I think of you, us
the beach that day
as if yesterday,
but like sand spilling
through fingers
time stole away
graying our hair
graying our minds
Continue reading at Sascha Darlington’s Microcosm Explored
I think of you, us
the beach that day
as if yesterday,
but like sand spilling
through fingers
time stole away
graying our hair
graying our minds
Continue reading at Sascha Darlington’s Microcosm Explored
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