Bukowski once said,
love was like the early
morning fog
that burns
away
with
the
sun.
.
What he didn’t say was,
that the fog would
slither into your
bones, leaving
you
chilled
long
after.
No, really.
No, really.
Bukowski once said,
love was like the early
morning fog
that burns
away
with
the
sun.
.
What he didn’t say was,
that the fog would
slither into your
bones, leaving
you
chilled
long
after.
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