bad taste.

The summer was coming around the corners and slipping through the cracks, you can smell it on the jasmine near the front door. If time tells then what does it tell you? She gave up all that otherness because it started to seem in bad taste.

Published by Erin Rose Belair

I write because maybe you have felt this way as well. Because​ none of us truly love or ache alone.

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