I saw an old man in the Parisian metro the other day, with a stained black suit, obviously homeless. But he was so beautiful... I tried to write about him. But the poem I wrote was awful. I just couldn't convey what I wanted, and it's really, really frustrating.
Maybe I'm only good at writing teenage love drama.











thank you
I really miss your poetry. I truly loved your eyes: how you saw the world...
sigh
And also, thank you for guilting me into writing something
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I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let... lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may...
_Tyler Durden_
But I notice. We have similar eyes, I think
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:+:Yurumi:+:
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