fall.ing.
fake-a-chill for your sweater so I can smell your safety wrapped around me under the pinpricked night sky as we don't hold hands as we don't look at each other directly for that would cause a small rush of pink to greet both our cheeks and cause us both to look away shy because this is not where we should be back again to where we started like nothing but the seasons changed and we don't have a lifetime between us. ____ Daynica
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