It seems perpetual... these incessant feelings about you. Spirals of unfettered tenderness... Mixed between breaths of angry déjà vu...
Barn



Masterpiece
You were torn, ripped, and fraying at the edges... With faded colors and careless smudges. Self-destruction had since deemed you worthless... Yet my hand craved the cracks that had formed upon your surface.
Overgrown


Wildflowers

B&W Architecture


Ash
Pieces of her scattered freely into the frigid night air... Gray and weightless like ash.
Hydrangeas


Yellow Daisies


Dusk


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