i have you up against the wall in this dark alley and the grime rubs off on the back of your shirt. we step on each other's shoes. we stumble, dragging each other along and the broken glass crunches under our shoes. but it sounds more like dry fallen leaves and broken bones. and the sounds intermingle with the dripping from the afternoon
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i missed you and ur writing.
i love this.
i wish i had this.
i hope i have this.
ur writing makes me dream.
-D4N-
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youre sweet
:)
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