she wipes her palms
on her jeans, every nerve
in her body on fire.
after wiping up spills
and counting out bills
her shift finally ends
and it's time for a
brand new adventure.
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AUTHOUR'S NOTE
You may have noticed I've switched my cover, just wanted to try out something new and there's a good chance I may do it again! Thanks again for all the support :)
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...
