a boy made of leather
and a girl made of yarn.
cigarettes and sighs.
what a cliché pair.
"what's a pretty girl like you
doing at this time,
shouting in the streets?"
she plants herself
down by his feet
and closes her eyes.
"losing my mind."
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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...
