Pedal After Pedal

September 1, 2016

It is a common forgetting fact that our love note will soon write it's last sentence. Us at two strangers was the gateway to new adventures. Your voice is a wave crashing onto the shore. I run through the sun burning sand with my bare feet so your waves could drown me in your last name. 

Suddenly, time is poisoning you. Pedals from flowers you have given me are dissapearing into the wind as each day goes by. Your last breath was the last drop of ink that composed our last sentence. 

"Now you can start a new chapter"

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