Rancid heatwaves, lingering stillness, a touch, not so soon forgotten. Leaves from fallen trees litter highways... Love is a battlefield. Wars and pain, the courageous and brave carry onward. Some bruised and broken, others still shiny and new... flanked, fallen, and free.
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