Someone whom I don't know rests beside me in my bed.
My head is that of crushed rocks
My pockets are flushed with copper and led.
Oh, fuck! Next week I'm soon to wed.
And it's not the girl in my bed.
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Dusting Off DreamsRomance
Hannah's grandmother passed away, and while boxing her belongings in the attic, she notices a journal about her grandmother's life and her short stories. Hannah realizes her grandmother understood what she was going through. Margo feels horrible for...