use of make believe
- memory -
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It starts with a bouquet of roses resting haphazardly on the door.
The memories rush back so clearly.
A messy greeting, a bashful smile, a cup of coffee that lasts longer than it should… it's like a whirlwind destined for destruction, lipstick-shaped bruises left in the aftermath. It's just a phase, like morning dew left to dry on a spring leaf: by the end of the day, it's gone.
It ends with a bouquet of roses withering on the floor.
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