who knows,
broken skies can be sewn
with the right pair of
hands
and I think, perhaps
my sky is perfectly sewn.
-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-
