“I’m not pulling away,” she said. “This isn’t forever.”
But it was.
And in the cold dusk of autumn,
Against the orange flame of dying leaves,
She smiled over her shoulder,
And moved on.
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“I’m not pulling away,” she said. “This isn’t forever.”
But it was.
And in the cold dusk of autumn,
Against the orange flame of dying leaves,
She smiled over her shoulder,
And moved on.