Summer

Newt

They where a summer evening when the sun set just right, a fall afternoon that looked like the pictures, no words could truly capture the beauty I saw in them, they held me together and where the reason I fell apart the worst part is I brought it on myself. I ignore and ignored till I couldn't no more then it blew up and it was done and over my summer evening and autumn afternoon lost with the sun and warmth it brought

  • Author: Newt (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 24th, 2025 09:50
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  • sorenbarrett

    This one was quite cryptic and seemed that the bomb had blown and the pieces were scattered. A general loss altogether.

  • Keeter C

    Interesting



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