It was the purist of innocence until it wasn’t. Wrapped in the ribbons of an unfiltered love that took them so very deep inside each other they’ve yet to emerge. “I remember light bleeding in through the blinds, it licked your skin and you came alive. Our morning of glory.” The world fell silent and rain came like a harbinger and whispered "Be ready my friend; be ready for the end of all ends."

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