Him One night split my life into two separate eras. Before him and after him. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related March 18, 2025 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Eras, fucked, Me, Poetry, You 3 Comments
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