the catcher in the ryeA Poem by Mia Angeliyou saw her walking, her high heels tapping on the floor, her silk dress flying through the air, her blond hair embracing the wind, her red lips calling for yours. they warned you, she was danger. but her heart seemed so sweet, her kisses seemed so soft, her love seemed so pure. but, little did you know, that her aim was distinctly pointed at you that you were the target and she was the bullet. - mia angeli, the catcher in the rye © 2017 Mia AngeliAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMia AngeliLos Angeles, CAAbout20 years old author living between Paris and Los Angeles i also post some of my writings on social media, follow me there ;) twitter & instagram: whosmiia more..Writing
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