remember, you once asked me why i don't open when love knocks my door?
because, honey, i know it will leave someday.
you did too.
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La Vie Est Bleue ➸ Poetry
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remember, you once asked me why i don't open when love knocks my door?
because, honey, i know it will leave someday.
you did too.