poetry
Quite rich kids that goes to a quite rich school stupid enough to worry “do I deserve this ?” They argue about capitalism when everyone else does and look down on people who continue to do so when the phase is over They believe they are th…
The sound of leather shoes on a cold floor A freshly ironed shirt and pants with the scent of summer and discipline that his body carries. Muscles under the skin so firm yet always soft somehow, never fragile as if it’s daring you to desir…