The dusk didn't leave us, it waited for you to come.
She was holding an apple, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The thick atmosphere played with the ribbons in her hair, they were a part of each other without understanding how or why.
We danced.
A river of clouds ran through the sky, we could feel the ripples in the breeze but the drops didn't touch us. Waiting for the word. Twilight kissed my eyes with lips of crimson and purple.
You're on the tip of my tongue, in the back of my heart.
Forever.
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