Bridge

Don’t burn your bridges. They insist it. But, as I stand staring at the bridge I’ve crossed, I can’t help but notice the ill-repair that it has fallen into...

Every Second

What ever happened? Where did those mornings go when we would be woken by the golden spears of dawn piercing an ice chilled sky? Why do we miss those nights where we sang beneath the moon and danced with stars until we fell with weary feet...

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