When I found you the sun had already settled comfortably between the trees. The sky blushed deep red as I sat cross-legged beside you on the grass. Crickets hummed a nostalgic melody, of years as they scurried through the exit door. I’ve realized that time is a thief with a story to tell, of sleepy eyed boys with milky skin and fat curls for hair. I want to watch you forever as you indulge on half-opened dreams, drifting gently into sleep.
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