...my previous post.
...
I hate to be in love with you.
But I am.
And when those autumn leaves fall from the trees
I'll laugh and crunch them under my chucks
feeling the crisp and crinkle
and hoping for the best.
...I'm Holding Out And Holding On
to what I hope is you.
Don't Let Down
the Death.Of.Beauty.
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