my poetry was born between the hill and the river
Ask me anything   The past   

i will overshare. i will immediately regret and delete. catch me if you can.

twitter.com/PaperIsDue:

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    I talk to you on telephones we made, 
    From tin cans we found lying in the shade, 
    A dream of being in hiding for a lifetime, 
    Was the greatest escape we ever made. 

    (Source: tightgrip)

    — 1 month ago
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