you kissed me that day
in the middle of the damn
hall and I felt your beautiful
chapped lips smile beneath mine
when we got the dirtiest looks
of all time,
and I felt my
heart beat again under your touch.
-j.c.
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Short Storyin which; a boy with leukaemia writes to a girl that goes by the name Polly. lower-case intended. all rights reserved. copyright © 2014 | -retrospect-
