Author: kit feral PM
Sophie breezed into my life and pitched a tent somewhere between my third and fourth rib.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 77 - Reviews: 14 - Favs: 4 - Published: 08-26-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2564554
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sophie breezed into my life and pitched a tent
somewhere between my third and fourth rib.
when she smiled the world turned orange,
and I lost control of my laughter.
she's the sort of girl you should meet on a train
and write a novel about ten years later.
she's the sort of girl where
I love you
seems like it needs more words.
a/n: I have a thing about people poetry lately.