n i n e
ninth day of winter.
i sit closer towards him.
i see him light a cigarette.
i see him take a puff.
"you're gonna kill yourself."
"that'd be nice."
"you don't smile."
"you noticed."
i played with the snow on the floor.
my finger feels numb.
i don't care.
"raeanne-sherry summers."
"the poem has a title now."
"what's your name?"
"not yet."
"okay."
he takes another puff.
he wore a coat.
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the king & queen of summershade
Romance❝i don't like it.❞ ❝what?❞ ❝the fact that i like it.❞