Nicole, beloved, how we miss you.
The sun does not shine your absense,
nor does the moon glow.
The wind doesn’t tickle the leaves
and the clouds swell in their stagnance—
unable to bless us with the rain.
We languish in this hell of stillness
desperately awaiting your return.
Nicole, beloved, how we miss you.
The sun does not shine your absense,
nor does the moon glow.
The wind doesn’t tickle the leaves
and the clouds swell in their stagnance—
unable to bless us with the rain.
We languish in this hell of stillness
desperately awaiting your return.
Obviously the Fediverse banned the future of dating, before I ever got to bang her. Damn fediverse!