little girl, maybe four years old, looking at broken glass spilling out of a brown paper bag: what's that?
father: broken glass.
little girl: what happened?
father: someone dropped their beer.
i'm not sure my parents would have been so honest.
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i have a love - i have a love for this world, a kind of love - that will break my heart
occasionally lost, usually found.
my manifesto of sorts.
young and in love.
- m
- navigating my way through this city and my newly grown-up life. you can write to me at: m.writetome(at)gmail.com
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