He was everything I loved about all of them.
A motley of colors and shades,
beards and razor blades.
The soft thud of a heartbeat,
The flutter of fingers,
Piano keys.
He still didn't want me.
May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 10:41 AM UTC
He was everything I loved about all of them.
A motley of colors and shades,
beards and razor blades.
The soft thud of a heartbeat,
The flutter of fingers,
Piano keys.
He still didn't want me.
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