it is 1 am in the morning my lips are a bit bruised and your skin is a bit scratched but it is our last night, the last night for awhile you didn’t realize it until the end but I realized it when i crawled into your side, stared at the clock, and then toContinue reading “the eighth of feburary”
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a poet's confessional 