He looked down at my journals
on his face was a wicked grin;
Proud he had found a girl
broken enough to document his sins.
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PoetryYou are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly
Journals.
He looked down at my journals
on his face was a wicked grin;
Proud he had found a girl
broken enough to document his sins.
