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Shooting stars (Loving what is not yours)

The moon did not come up that tonight. Amy looked up for their constellation and found none. The air carried his scents to her as she stood by the window where once their lips conversed. She had been waking up from dreams of him dreams of them. She had been wishing upon prayers that really did not have an end. Instead they were weaved in and… Continue reading Shooting stars (Loving what is not yours)