at a cafe in midsummer
countless hours, I lay awake at 3am listening to the sound of his heart beating next to me calling out for my very own heart.
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countless hours, I lay awake at 3am listening to the sound of his heart beating next to me calling out for my very own heart.
poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry
"this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy-- no one is the bad guy-- the blame shifts from monster to monster and in this place everyone bares their teeth." [featured. highest ranking: #6 in poetry.]