I could never date a smoker.
Flowers in the house don’t bring beauty,
only death.
Aesthetically pleasing,
a platonic seduction that is
tempting yet entirely depressing—
I will not watch you die.
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
I could never date a smoker.
Flowers in the house don’t bring beauty,
only death.
Aesthetically pleasing,
a platonic seduction that is
tempting yet entirely depressing—
I will not watch you die.
Consistant drabbles.
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