eleven

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Adelaide

wrists of leather,
back of cloth,
silk wound hair.

today would be another smile.
or at least i had hoped.

because today the sun rose,
and it was scattered through
the clouds like beams of a concert.

so i hoped.
something i had lost a while back.
along with my hope,
went that smile.

but that's back,
i can find hope.

and each step took me further.
my house gaining distance between.

and each step took me closer.
ashton awaiting my arrival.

waiting for me.

and maybe i'd answer,
the boy full of questions.

maybe i'd fill his mind,
with new concepts.
of leather covered wrists,
and steel bolted thoughts.

but not yet.
i can't.

a/n

another little update:)
(It's not very good in sorry)

have a good day, love

-soph🌻

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