Oct 2013
I just need
someone
to look at me
that way
one more
time.
Before my
empty hands
wrinkle
and there's
no one left
to look back
at them.
someone
to look at me
that way
one more
time.
Before my
empty hands
wrinkle
and there's
no one left
to look back
at them.
(North Carolina)
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