Chapter 22 of 34

You are my good days

To My LoneWolf I Offer My Poetry28 words~1 min read

Sometimes I can't even recall good days.

But somehow.

When I look at you.

I remember how it feels.

You remind me of them

Great days exist.

--Jef

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