Apr 2019
With others I tend to
flinch, stutter, and stammer.
But with you-
I am still as a book,
my spine never broken,
yet well-read.
You touch my back cover
and my mind is bound by novellas.
flinch, stutter, and stammer.
But with you-
I am still as a book,
my spine never broken,
yet well-read.
You touch my back cover
and my mind is bound by novellas.
(19/F/Dublin, Ireland)
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