that jacket (poem)

tears fall down her cheek

it shouldn't be that important

its not because its ruined

its because

its there outside

alone

cold

swinging in the stygian darkness of the night

the tears roll over her face and seep into her pillow

it keeps coming

she could

but

she didn't

it must be dry

perfection was what she wanted

but it doesn't matter anymore

all it matters is

that's its next to her again

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°˖𓍢ִ໋ 𝓞omen ♪‧₊˚ ,, Luther's husband

this is just so peak🙏 post more

DONT MAKW MW BLSUH LOL

HEHE