Sir Morose
Jul 23, 2017 · 1 min read

In the morning, I will pull the curtains and the sun will be the sea, and thus we will be blinded — if only briefly. In the evening, I will kiss your eyes, your ocean drenched cheeks , farewell brings such sweet sadness. For though we must meet again, we will never have another today

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