Falling In Love

Say, one day, you hang your identity on a peg, carry your wounds knotted up inside you, an intricate maze, and walk into a new city.Say, you fail to notice the old branches floating down new rivers carrying ants on their backs, you sidestep the fallen yellow leaves that the trees shook off of themselves, and you pay no mind to the... Continue Reading →

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