there was something beautiful in knowing him, in knowing how he likes his drinks, in knowing how he flirts in knowing how he smiles, but there was something destructive in loving him, because he likes his drinks in desperate swigs, because he flirts with death; because he smiled at her and only her.
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Poetry❝no❞ might make him angry, but it will set you free. - if no one has ever told you, your freedom is more important than their anger. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #28 in poetry #25 in poetrycollection
