D E A R T H O S E B A C K A T H O M E:
I should go now quietly
For my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep
Where all my layers can become reeds
All my limbs can become trees
All my children can become me
What a mess I leave
-Daughter smother
|1|. Seafret | Atlantis |2|. Daughter | Youth |3|. Tom Rosenthal | Borrowing |4|. ON AN ON | Drifting |5|. Bear's Den | Above The Clouds Of Pompeii |6|. Kodaline | High Hopes |7|. Daughter | Smother |8|. Backyard | Of Monsters And Men
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dear alice.
Short Storyalice grimsby was dead and that's really all to it ↳orignal short story this was written when I was about 14 you have been warned... © tacets
