guess I'll be back in the scratches,
back in the dump-
but that dump is my home.
YOU ARE READING
tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you
Poetryyou left, and tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you is what's left of me. cover by @babyblue997
home-sixty four
guess I'll be back in the scratches,
back in the dump-
but that dump is my home.