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For I wish that someone would love me like that guy once did with his wife. For I have never been in love, not like that. Yes, I have played the song with my young left-handed hands. But never have I, buried my hands in dirt and sand in order for a Lillie to pop up.
The man who cried for love, Marissa
He’s already planting flowers where you ripped holes in me.
A.M.H. (via pressedlipspoetry)