as an acquaintance.
i bawled out
my eyes all night
the day you started
to just look at me
in my eyes
as acquaintance
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beau
Poesía| prose collection different boys. different kinds of pain. different experiences. left me feeling indifferent when it comes to love.
as an acquaintance
as an acquaintance.
i bawled out
my eyes all night
the day you started
to just look at me
in my eyes
as acquaintance
