I think about her sometimes. Not often, but sometimes when I'm almost sober, and even the moon has hidden from the lateness of the night. When the air feels brittle and the stars seem to hold their breath. I think of her then. I think of what I might have said, what might have been. - Post by Jaedi on Boldomatic

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I think about her sometimes. Not often, but sometimes when I'm almost sober, and even the moon has hidden from the lateness of the night. When the air feels brittle and the stars seem to hold their breath. I think of her then. I think of what I might have said, what might have been.

I think about her sometimes. Not often, but sometimes when I'm almost sober, and even the moon has hidden from the lateness of the night. When the air feels brittle and the stars seem to hold their breath. I think of her then. I think of what I might have said, what might have been.

#love, #night, #ritual

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