Thursday, 8 June 2017

How I Would Pretend You Were On The Other End

I knew I'd given up when upon my tin can telephone I saw the pile of dust. All I ever wanted was someone on the other end of the string to return my love. I hadn't been fussy, with their words they could have been clumsy, not everything comforting has to fit like a glove. We could have muddled together, as long as you'd been there to catch me when I fell, I could happily have stumbled forever and I would have caught you as well.

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