His lungs are full of tar and polluted oxygen, but she smiles at the idea of him as if he isn't broken.
All of time and space resides on the very ends of her eyelashes.
He had the overwhelming urge to reach through the cracked glass that separated them and pull her close to him.
But it is said that the sun and the moon can never meet.
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Academy Of American Bullshit
PoetryCollection of poetry, parts of short stories, and the occasional rant written by an artist who is angrier than she'd like to admit.
