How dangerously deep could one be, for them to not only be able to utter the word "love", but to also be able to throw it around without hesitation?
I don't want to be lied to, but do I have a choice when it rolls easily out of your tongue?
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
Poetry"She had 50 days left to live. She had 5000 words left to say." A compilation of 50-word poems by a child who longed to see a better future than the one they've set for themselves. Each piece takes 12 seconds to read. #833 - 27/05/17 #687 - 28/05...
