Anyone in DecemberA Poem by scarlynn
I spend most of my days fancying people,
I don't go to algebra for algebra. The pillowcase has seen more smeared mascara than the mirror has, but I haven't been crying. And I still dream of you, but you're always grinning at me when you can put your ring on my finger, and your smile grows larger still when I can't put mine on yours.
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