His lips were like the blazing heat of cold winter nights, warm and addictive. An intoxicant which made me drunk on the rainy days. The escape from the summer's wrath. Soft and delicate like the spring flowers. And I've fallen for them everyday like those autumn leaves.
That river had witnessed my yearning for him and the stars knew the tears behind my smile.
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