you:
with your curly hair
and warm hands.me:
i love you i love you
i love you
YOU ARE READING
the city
Poetryand no matter how much you water scorched grass and withering weeds, you will never make a garden re-grow -M.R c.2016
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you:
with your curly hair
and warm hands.me:
i love you i love you
i love you