he was tall.
Was my first thought, as you walked in and
Sat down in the chair next to mine.
It was study period you see and
I was (lonely) new and
You were tall and
(broken) Beautiful.
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Saudade
PuisiHIGHEST in poetry #155 (n)- a nostalgic longing to be near again to someone or something that is distant, something that has been loved and then lost. (there was a boy once) ((i knew him)) COPYRIGHT ALL RIGHTS RESERVED AS PART OF THE WATT...