good thing my bed is large
lest i fall off and shatter my bones
for i'm blind when i cry
and i writhe in agony
clutching your phantom
my bed is large
and it's not such a good thing
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When Sparrows Stop Singing | ✔
PoetryBy loving you, I gave you the means to destroy me, and you did. ♥♥♥ There will always be a breaking point, and in the end, we all just want someone who chooses us, over everyone and everything, under any circumstances. I just wished it would have b...
