Being lonely brings out the beauty in others.
So much that I look at him and want to throw up the butterflies.
They feel like entire birds.
In the cold room where I sleep
I see him there too.
The devious tricks my eyes play.
I do enjoy that moment of shock though.
Do I ever...
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Author:
Alex (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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