Hope.

Bittersweet,
yet scary.
It is something all of us
appear
to need. The touch
nothing but a mere caress, a
fleeting moment
if not watched closely.
It will
take your laughter
when it whispers farewell.

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Ema. Twenty-something. Panromantic asexual. University student, artist and writer. Proud feminist. View all posts by thetasteofwrittenwords

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