Sunday, April 26, 2020

β€œWith callused hands
i tasted
the softness of the moon
in the coldest winds
i discovered
my soul's
warmest fireplace
in the roughness
of his stubble
the tenderest love.” πŸ’–πŸ’™πŸŒΊπŸŒΉβ˜†πŸƒ



















πŸ’–πŸ’™πŸŒΊπŸŒΉβ˜†πŸƒ






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