May you read what I never said to these people and feel a unwanted connection to what I wrote. May I tamper with your feelings and make you fall in love with the way I say things. May you come back and wonder how I'm coping with my heart. May I soon have better things to write about.
Monday, July 29, 2013
Title: Black August Posted On: 2013-06-29 18:30:17 UTC
When the boys come to the yard
Set the grass on fire
When the men come to the yard
Keep the grass on fire
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