"Junebug,
I remember everything.
The blue carpeted floors,
the tall wooden doors,
I held you in my arms.
Junebug,
I’d burn down a picture of a house,
say it was ours,
when we didn’t need it anymore.
And that was when I loved you best.
We were kids the n We shouldn’t think about the rest." (...)
by: Margarida
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