Originally Posted by incredulousangel Sometimes things just float away out of your grasp and before you know it fade away, but the memory lingers, in a breath, a whisper, the sound of rain against a window....shrugs. Hmmm I may turn that into a poem...lol Yes, please do!
Lips slip Fingers linger Heart starts Well, that was quick
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