Thursday, January 15, 2015

they fall in love like the way eyelashes curl when they close,
like the sound of clinking ice cubes and bright laughs.
when they fall out of love, it’s like mourning doves,
and the space between sidewalks.

1 comment:

  1. Hello,

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