his manners
manage to leave me in fits.
never curt
he asserts
a perception
of
kind.
shaking
two hands
at a time.
but
bit by bit
he acquits
any doubt in my mind
that he's fine.
ive never seen a
boy
wear a
sweater
in
july.
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shimmer ; tronnor poem au
Fanfictionwhen u look at me u see im like the moon my eyes only twinkle when reflected off of u (tronnor inspired poems with a plot)
