well, let it pass, she thought;
April is over, April is over.
There are all kinds of Love in this world,
but never the same Love twice.
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amariello
Nov 02, 2016 02:23PM
"rumor has it that drowning is a lot like coming home, that drinking bleach can kill the butterflies in your stomachfor your love of cigarettes, i would have been an ashtray"View all Conversations
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Letters ; 2
I wasn't the same when I continued to write these. Therefore, I made a new book. But I'm not the same, and th...
The Tower
growing collection of poems i hope to put in a book someday.
first uploaded and last updated 7 July, 2019.
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