A promise reeks of the sweet smell of death
When they get broken from the ones you love
When the words fall from the person's mouth
It smells like roses until the promise breaks and the smell is replaced by decaying rot.
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A Fucked World
PoetryShort story and poetry. 🥀Any love is better than no love. 📘Best to read a book cover to cover so you don't miss the little things.
