she was the sort of person
who ran
into glass walls
searching of a lover
who slept miles away
she was the sort of person
who could not
flip the pillow
over to the cooler side
she could not hug it
and tell herself
that
everything
was fine.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC
she was the sort of person
who ran
into glass walls
searching of a lover
who slept miles away
she was the sort of person
who could not
flip the pillow
over to the cooler side
she could not hug it
and tell herself
that
everything
was fine.
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