beautifulperversity: Once, the hard crescent cut of a nail in the fold of a book and in our bed I found a flake of his skin. I will spend the rest of my life searching for pieces of him.
beautifulperversity: Once, the hard crescent cut of a nail in the fold of a book and in our bed I found a flake of his skin. I will spend the rest of my life searching for pieces of him.
