too little, too late

At first you felt like a breath of fresh air, wafting through a door left ajar, bringing in the roar of the ocean to the quiet foothills.

On second thought, I have seen you before. You were breathing in her scent and admiring sunlight bouncing off her hair.

I hate to tell you this, but the ghosts said goodbye to your shadows long ago.


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