The shoes look so crisp and clean against the backdrop of the fallen leaves. You can easily tell yourself many stories about where this person is going.
Poetry By izz_midnight nightingales We hold hands and they call us lovebirds,But they are too colorful and noticeable,Not nearly strong enough as your grip,As your hands around my waist,Keeping me from falling (but it's already too late.)
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The shoes look so crisp and clean against the backdrop of the fallen leaves. You can easily tell yourself many stories about where this person is going.
Thank you! :)
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