Poem reads: Honey I pour my words of love softly Over you like syrup, Hoping they'll sneak Into your pockets, behind your ears And into your being, So you'll always know they're there Even when I am not.
2025 starting to feel like it needs a little love & IDK if we can shield those we treasure with words alone, but maybe it feels like a good place to start 💜
05.02.2025 12:25
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