jared walks down the street
with one hand in his pocket
and the other
occupied by a cigarette,
dangling precariously by
his fingertips.
a few days have passed since
he last saw xayla,
and he's beginning to feel
worried. he'd even gone as far
as stopping by her work,
but nothing.
in the back of his mind
he starts to wonder
if he's getting too involved
with a complete stranger.
but there's just
something about her
that lures him in,
and it's as enthralling
as it is terrifying.
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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...
