in a chilly morning of December
I want to travel with you
in a plane, you by my side
I want to feel rain with you
in pleasant August
I want to fly with you
across the city....
I want to experience everything again
with you..
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Glimpse
#the book thief
when she stopped breathing he stayed with her and I could sense he would hold her for hours...
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