things started to change, he started to change.
she found herself finding fragments of comfort in his littlest of gestures.
he was once again rearranging himself into his old, his fake self.
she began to open up to him again;
for he was different.
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What He Was (✓)
Poetryhe was her lover, she was his servant. he was her salvation, she was his puppet. he was her catastrophe and she was his provocation. • Please don't read this if you're younger than thirteen. #02 in short story 6/3/17 #03 in short story 13/1/17 #04...
