Profound brown leaves, crushed underneath my feet, like memories; swirling and forlorn. I dream of us and our children, it’s the good times that I cling onto in the noonday sun. It’s the memories that shelter me, from the onslaught of winter woe. It’s the knowledge of loneliness, that mortifies me the most, lost without …
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