His fur is rough
His heart full
Her hair is soft
Her heart barely full
His touch gentle
Hers broken and weak
His kiss sweet
And her's so crippling
Her eyes are empty
His eyes are bright
She's slipping and he's holding on until the end of the night.
This isn't great but might as well post something.
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Poems and Shit
شِعرHi I am Annabeth. I am considered beautiful. I am considered happy. Read these poems and discover a true me.
