life after love
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Tender Dearest of the firefly nighttime
Please go to the dying embers of night.
No wanting nor wanning of the moon's sigh
Will make me move towards these dying love's light.
He was getting ready to go to work that hot morning when she called him. He hadn’t expected to hear from her and now that her name was splashed across the screen of his ringing phone, he didn’t know what to think. He was both excited and scared.
