by Morgan Tayu-Schulz
Was there a boy?
Did he have a face?
Did he have hair?
Or was that just
His silhouette
Standing there
By a mikan tree
Still and distant
Reminding me
Of me Continue reading
by Morgan Tayu-Schulz
Was there a boy?
Did he have a face?
Did he have hair?
Or was that just
His silhouette
Standing there
By a mikan tree
Still and distant
Reminding me
Of me Continue reading
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