#AtFirstKiss 💋Vol. 53
What he'd dreamt was her kiss on his forehead
Was a memory long since sinned
What he'd imagined her suffering sigh
Was merely the breath of the wind
For he had left her like the dark at dawn
Though he'd been her star for a night
He turned and breaking out of her orbit
He ever regretted his flight
© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻
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