Unforgettable

Tory Louise
Aug 25, 2017 · 1 min read
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I craved his hands, his words, his pale white sheets. He was art I could never read. Like a book of poems, he melted in my hands. Within days, he had my heart and lips. He was and is my bitter smile. He’s the reason I fell in love with the night sky and long car rides. He’s the reason why I loathe nice guys. He’s my 3am dreams. He’s the distance I can’t see but always feel. Nevertheless, he’s the reason for my broken leaves.

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Tory Louise

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twenty-something. passionate about authentic and poetic storytelling.

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