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The Surrender
He said to me:
I light the filter end
of my cigarette
At least once a week,
I cry at movies
That don't warrant crying to,
I drop dishes.
I light the filter end
of my cigarette
At least once a week,
I cry at movies
That don't warrant crying to,
I drop dishes.
Published 3rd Mar 2014
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6th Mar 2014 3:22am
admitting that you are imperfect makes you so much beautiful to someone else…love it
6th Mar 2014 6:26am
