And you realised why I collected pins in the empty jar
The plastic lids in the paper box
The fragments of the broken mirror in the left pocket of my khaki raincoat.
- It’s cold and wet and grey and you are beautiful.
- Hold my hand in my left pocket.
Fingers laced.
Tight
Tighter
The plastic lids in the paper box
The fragments of the broken mirror in the left pocket of my khaki raincoat.
- It’s cold and wet and grey and you are beautiful.
- Hold my hand in my left pocket.
Fingers laced.
Tight
Tighter
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