Charity
He needs to
She needs to
He said
She said
Auburn leaves drift over their hearts
Buried deep
They cannot see
Me
Me
Me
Mist curls around two figures
Hand in hand
Laughing
Gazing
Searching
What they see
Sunrises
Melting ice
Imperfection
Beauty
You
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