The Archive · interlude


across the same snow,
isabelle cannot sleep either.
she counts the bells of paris,
each one closer to a morning
she is afraid to want.
if he comes, everything changes.
if he does not ...
... she all-ready knows
she would wait again.
soon, my loves. 🌹
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