Jan 2018
he shoots a grin that glances off my face.
his is blunt, meant to bruise.
and i return the blow, making certain that
my smile is sharp, meant to cut.
his is blunt, meant to bruise.
and i return the blow, making certain that
my smile is sharp, meant to cut.
just a quick postulation
(20/F/at sea)
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