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“ We are so, so beautiful, ”
My hand cups your cheek like holding a chalice. Your breath hitches.
“ And, we will not find suffering with each other.
We will not be tradgedies. ”
© CarmeFormIhn
My hand cups your cheek like holding a chalice. Your breath hitches.
“ And, we will not find suffering with each other.
We will not be tradgedies. ”
© CarmeFormIhn