my favourite part was when
you started to cry,
he arched a perfect brow,
and gave her a knowing look
before he was out door.
n° 41
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Poesías t a r s ❝magic tumbled from her pretty lips and when she spoke the language of the universe-the stars sighed in unison.❞ -michael faudet highest ranking n° 9 in thepeopleofsociety | 23 june 2018 n° 2 in intellectual | 30 july 2018 n° 1 in incon...
quarenta e um
my favourite part was when
you started to cry,
he arched a perfect brow,
and gave her a knowing look
before he was out door.
n° 41
