don't you dare
leave me alone
in this town
* * *
this town,
which sees something beautiful
and crushes it like a bug
* * *
this town,
which fucks up everything
and everyone
* * *
this town,
which would be nothing
without you.
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sweater weather
Historia Corta♥ so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater ♥ a collection of drabbles, musings, and poetry.
