Fiction, poems, mockery, rants, raves, tears and blood.
Tuesday, October 4, 2016
cherry blossoms n stuff
We sat in broken tea cups
When we visited Japan
You pick a flower for me
Gently put it in my hair
I still blush at your smile
Your kisses make me shy
Even though we are old now
This was my plan of how I'd die
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