I look across at the line of the city. The nights are mean in this place, full of smog that eats the stars. 'Who does feel hope around here?
Cath CrowleyMots clés graffiti-moon
Well, all girls called Beth are arse grabbers.
Cath CrowleyMots clés graffiti-moon
If you treat glass right, it doesn't crack. If you know the properties, you can make things; the color of dusk and night and love. But you can't control people like that and I really, really wish you could. I want the world to be glass.
Cath CrowleyMots clés love glass graffiti-moon
Anyway. The night didn't go so well because I broke his nose, which was an accident that happened when I hit him in the face because he touched my arse.
Cathy CrowleyMots clés graffiti-moon
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