Fiction, poems, mockery, rants, raves, tears and blood.
Sunday, October 2, 2016
I know I'm not the favorite
Walk these wet streets with me
As I grow so shy
Reassure me please
This will fix itself before I die
Giggle in dark alleys
Let's hope for the best
I know I am difficult
But this love just never rests
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