Blurry view. That's her cue. Tick tock. Tock tick. Crooked smile. Stay for a while. Cold hips. Blue lips. What happened to her kiss? And for future reference. No. She is not okie. Suicidal bliss is on the top of her list.
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Tea Time
PoetryJust a collection of poems and short stories you may choose to read or not.
