dear Susie,
i’m really sorry but i have to go.
it’s not you— oh, but it actually is.
for i loved you in the field of poppies,
all up to the moment you tasted the grey dust of a city air.
-oh, but it actually is you.
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 12:24 PM UTC
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