When I first saw you in those light
plaid pants, tight fitting to your form,
my friends wanted to kick your ass. “Where
did this Bozo come from? Let’s waste
him,” they said. But that smell… Your smell…
Category: relationship
See right through you, Poetry by Leandra Olivia
A composed demeanor with guarded walls that are as tall as the one in Berlin; secured and strong. Despite, the steel built exterior; that was a front.
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