you make me cry in the middle of noon
when no one else is around
when your seat is empty
and all that is left
are memories
and dust
and me
...
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The Skin On Our Bones
Poetry"i have a feeling this might be a big mistake, or maybe, if we're lucky- something star-crossed." a small collection of poems written by a silly girl.
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you make me cry in the middle of noon
when no one else is around
when your seat is empty
and all that is left
are memories
and dust
and me
...
..
.
.
.
