It's been a while
since this pen touched a page.
I didn't think of you any less, though.
The room is clouded with smoke;
Much like my mind, I think.
Only-
My thoughts are more poisonous.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 1:16 PM UTC
It's been a while
since this pen touched a page.
I didn't think of you any less, though.
The room is clouded with smoke;
Much like my mind, I think.
Only-
My thoughts are more poisonous.
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