Mar 2014
I watched him read
my little blurbs
no doubt seeing
whispers of his fingers
tracing its lines.
'it's not the
best thing
I've ever
written,'
I said.
my little blurbs
no doubt seeing
whispers of his fingers
tracing its lines.
'it's not the
best thing
I've ever
written,'
I said.
He wasn't the best thing for me
