every time you put
your warm hands on mine,
your smile loving,
your [beautiful] eyes looking
at my dead ones:
i thought
this will last.
every time you put
your cold hands on my body
your smile cruel,
your [beautiful] eyes killing
mine;
i thought
this will last longer.
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motion. | completed
Poetrythis is the backwards story of how i [lost my mind] fell in love. lowercase intended. #83 in poetry | #150 in short story | 14-11-14
