From the back of the music hall, all Sixth Viola wants to do is get to know the boy who plays First Cello like his fingers are made of magic.

Six word stories to fill in your thoughts. highest rank: #1 in Poetry

{GREAT THANK YOU'S TO MY BABY: FARAH (the_author15) FOR MAKING ME THIS DOPE COVER}. Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don't leave me for a second, my dearest, because in that moment you'll have gone so far I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying? {Pablo Neruda}. A collection of poems.