crouched on the curb,
flicking ash into the sewer,
he stomps out his cigarette
and listens as she screams
about unraveling threads
and falling apart.
YOU ARE READING
bits&pieces
Poetrybut darling, there are thousands who would kill to be you, despite your bits and pieces ○○○ And here I am, back at it again with the turning faults and flaws into tragic beauties- or so they say. Please let me know what you think! ~lowercase intend...
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crouched on the curb,
flicking ash into the sewer,
he stomps out his cigarette
and listens as she screams
about unraveling threads
and falling apart.
