he was lovely.
although he was odd he was lovely, god he was the embodiment of cute.
he had a couple of tattoos, which I found was odd for a person like him.
a small galaxy in his left hip, and an alien out line on his right hip.
on his left arm constellations were scattered here and there (accompanied by their names of course).
he left me polaroid photos of them under my door with poetry written on the back.
I went over to return them to you, I couldn't accept them, they were too wonderful to be in my possession.
I knocked on the door but all I got in return was the sound of banging against the wall and faint moans.
I don't go over late at night anymore, I simply put them under your door.
from: phil
to: poetry boy
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this was so short but anyways.
feedback much appreciated
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poetry boy :: phan
Fiksi Penggemarhe was a blank canvas and words could flow out of him effortlessly, there was never a stutter or a stop. he was a sky of colour, a mess of words tumble out of his mouth, messy and faint. *this fanfic contains drinking, abuse, and mention(s) of suici...
