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302 Frail Strings
302 Frail Strings
302 Frail Strings
Sydney Hastings
because I’m much smaller than you and it melts me as I gaze into your ocean-blue eyes.
There isn’t another individual that makes me snort-laugh harder than you.
You wear that silly Steak ’n’ Shake hat like it’s a crown.
Hearing you say my name and how much you care for me is pure bliss.
The mob of curly brown locks that sit upon your head
This is all a part of the dread of loving someone you can’t have.