Him:
he is a poem that has been
crumpled, torn..
he's tattered on the edges,
but he's still beautiful
the ink is his body,
the paper his soul.
the paper is damaged, you see.
but the ink is just
there.
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a.n.
so i hope you like this one! oh and i was thinking about writing a story that's based on this! what do you think? should i?
oh, one more thing. can you guys go follow my tumblr and instagram? I'll follow back, just comment your user to each below!(:
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-xx, miikeyc
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