"a piece of cake?"
her name is lily.
she smells like french perfume and salt by the river.
"i've never been able to bake quite like this," my mother praises
crumbs falling to her lap
and harry laughs
in agreement?
in understanding?
in complimenting?
this is the dilemma with people;
i never do know.
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anthropophobia
Poetrya story about a girl whose fear of the human race is greater than any fear of the dark. highest ranking: #47 in poetry