these thoughts are why i have no friends
Thursday
a very small poem.
twisted sunflowers, like she twisted her body around his soul.
mistaken for an angel, her delicate lips will hold secrets of loneliness.
where does this love come from? a shadow as black as his soul, weeps.
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