his flannel was bitersweet.
it was a living contradiction.
it made her feel so alive,
yet slowly killed her at the same time.
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Poetry{o n g o i n g} his flannel was the only piece of him she had left. copyright © toxicluxe 2014
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his flannel was bitersweet.
it was a living contradiction.
it made her feel so alive,
yet slowly killed her at the same time.