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for the people who find each other in the windy months, when the world is dying. for the way her fingers warm up when he holds her hand, the way his nose turns red when it's cold, the way she catches raindrops on her tongue, the way they sit together in the bookstore, talking about their future and the universe and pumpkin spice lattes.
2 comments on Rain Puddle Love
GreenInsomnia April 15, 2014
Simply lovely
⃠kaathybruhh August 31, 2013
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