55. Poppy Wells
55
Poppy Wells
I existed as an imperfection.
Something that would never be perfect.
You could unwind me,
break me apart,
piece by piece,
but you could never fix me,
because some things
were just meant to be
broken.
55
Poppy Wells
I existed as an imperfection.
Something that would never be perfect.
You could unwind me,
break me apart,
piece by piece,
but you could never fix me,
because some things
were just meant to be
broken.
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