He drew a picture of her
Because she curved in every right place
And sparkled with every right light
And blew glitter into his life
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Crying Stars
PoetryI'm sorry you're my flower In my toxic garden I meant to feed you water But all I poured was poison ●○● A collection of poems from me to you.
Picture
He drew a picture of her
Because she curved in every right place
And sparkled with every right light
And blew glitter into his life