My love, Anthony, decided he couldn’t continue his life with me
The house I built, decorated, painted, is dismantled
The glass in the windows fog while I quietly pack my boxes and cry
The dog trys to comfort me
Love. in Paris.
- Oct. 8, 2019, 5:04 a.m.
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