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Throwback

favorite place with favorite person

Modern haiku about feelings  

We lay there, wrapped around each other. Our hands intertwined, we intertwined. I let my fingers lazily trace intricate patterns across his warm skin. And there we were. It was just us. In that moment, we were the only two people in the world. And our world was this room, this bed. Nothing else existed. Nothing else mattered. Soon, sounds from outside floated up to our window and crept into our world. The city would never let us forget that we were still a part of her universe. 

Feliz Navidad//Merry Christmas

Time is creeping through the neighborhood

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

I’ll never love you like you love me.