He worked at the store
Kept staring at me
He kept asking me questions
I didn't want to leave
He was so nice
And kinda cute was he
But my mom said he was probably nineteen
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Russian Roulette ||poetry||
PoetryI'm feeling like this is just gonna be a shit post of poetry😅cause I need somewhere to store it all. The theme of this book is very inconsistent, so you know Russian Roulette...🤷
The Boy At The Store
He worked at the store
Kept staring at me
He kept asking me questions
I didn't want to leave
He was so nice
And kinda cute was he
But my mom said he was probably nineteen
