I have to love school (original sentence from him)
and the people there too
But I'd be a fool
not to love you
Inspired by...POETRY
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Are Loving: Present Progressive
PoetryWith her fingertips, she traced the smooth, darkened skin under his eyes. "Eyebags," she noted. "I've been thinking," he murmured, "of you. The shadow of my thoughts is the ink which stains them." She paused and gazed right into those distant...
