I need youAnd a cigarette The difference is I have apacket of cigarettes in my pocketBut I don’t have you coiled up in my lungs If I could, I would rather have you in my pocketand the cigarette far away

Untamed

The thing he loved most about her was not that her heart had no scars, but that she had turned them into something beautiful and fierce. She wore them like tattoos on her body telling her story, a story too untamed to be spoken.

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