Drying Off
Speak so that the words may spill from your mouth. That is how you always spoke to me. Like I was a sink to catch all the water you could run. Hot, cold it never was an issue, and whether I froze or burned, it was all the same to you. Funny, I've never seen the faucet go dry. I guess that is what happens when the solid one says goodbye.
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I am a simple girl very random, loves poetry, anime and Justs loves having fun I love to write poetry so suspect some being written I also love writing stories.
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