The Poet | Malum
He stood in the middle of the café shaking, his soft words moving through the microphone as he read the poems he spent weeks writing. And I thought that I loved his words, but maybe it was that I loved him.
He stood in the middle of the café shaking, his soft words moving through the microphone as he read the poems he spent weeks writing. And I thought that I loved his words, but maybe it was that I loved him.
Where Michael and Mitchell are twins, and Calum isn't sure about which one he wants to be with.