The ants crawling over the Peony buds bring a certain pang of missing -- innocence, dusty knees, and the anticipation of life ahead.
Some day, I will not be here but the hope of finding you -- loving and wanting me, will always.
Some day, I will not be here but the hope of finding you -- loving and wanting me, will always.
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