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any port in a storm (as long as it’s ruby)

neither of us(none of us)likes those poems that are plainspoken and don’tuse a line break to sayanything andusually iwouldn’t write one butdesperate timesand all that i cannotunderstand why i miss youthis much and youseem to be more than finewith me being nothingmore than a seasoningsprinkled over the daywhen you claimedthat you loved mebecause i amContinue reading “any port in a storm (as long as it’s ruby)”