Tales As Old As Time | A Collection of Poetic Retellings

Path of Gold, Path so Cold

Cold fresh air. Checkered capes. Your hazel smile warmed my heart.

Midnight conversations. Afternoon cuddles. Morning laughs. Twilight kisses.

And then: a cold sunrise.

Screams. Tears. Coma... One last hug.

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