A Poem He didn’t know what kind of love hers was Hers was the kind that tears you apart and holds you together with red string That sinking feeling. That feeling like she’s made it to the pit of his stomach And if she wiggles just enough your shame will pour out the same contentContinue reading “Never Leaving”
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