she walked me to the bus stop.
arm in arm sharing a polka dot umbrella in the pouring rain.
and now
the mirror of her smiling eyes
is all I can see
when I try to think about him.
about how
the world
wants me to feel
Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 4:03 PM UTC
she walked me to the bus stop.
arm in arm sharing a polka dot umbrella in the pouring rain.
and now
the mirror of her smiling eyes
is all I can see
when I try to think about him.
about how
the world
wants me to feel
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