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Words. They’ve been the length and breadth of us –

Words. They’ve been the length and breadth of us – the smiles merged and the tears swept away. Have you ever wondered how it’d be if humans never realised their tongues were made for more than to scream accomplishments over a dead deer? We’d still find ourselves today. We’d still paint rain because you love rain. -Caption- I miss you, woman. For all the show you put up about not liking shades of peach, you looked like the freshest breeze. I feel like I only write because you're there in my head. Evolution. This, the end of February – the more we approach it, the more I feel your arms around my shoulders. A soft squeeze where today it’s a heaviness in the air that leaves me crying out in intervals because I’ve missed you.
Words. They’ve been the length and breadth of us – the smiles merged and the tears swept away. Have you ever wondered how it’d be if humans never realised their tongues were made for more than to scream accomplishments over a dead deer? We’d still find ourselves today. We’d still paint rain because you love rain. -Caption- I miss you, woman. For all the show you put up about not liking shades of peach, you looked like the freshest breeze. I feel like I only write because you're there in my head. Evolution. This, the end of February – the more we approach it, the more I feel your arms around my shoulders. A soft squeeze where today it’s a heaviness in the air that leaves me crying out in intervals because I’ve missed you.
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