"All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that's the tragedy of living." -pleasefindthis
Thursday, June 19, 2014
wooden boxes and broken shovels
i held your heart in my hand
like a gutted fish
and he prayed like a street beggar
all he wanted was a cigarette and a porno
but i opened my chest and put him right back in his place
choked with blood
bars on the windows
i'm in love with this
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