19.1.14
I dropped my camera on the street while walking to work.
seeing a sweet seraphim, with icy eyes and sharp, chiseled cheek-bones. He was sculpted by Greek gods.
“Louis Tomlinson” it said on the cover of a magazine, towards the bottom in fine print.
He looks so unhappy.
Just like Sara did.
Just like John did.
They were happy when they were with me.
I want to make Louis Tomlinson happy.
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Blasé
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