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anonymous Oct 2014
The bath water
is the colour of my eyes;
yet, I don't know
which is wetter.
anonymous Oct 2014
My arteries turned
into overgrown tree limbs
when I first saw you.
anonymous Oct 2014
The night had an overcast
As we went star gazing
so I drew lines connecting my arms’ freckles
To see the constellations
stared into your pupils
because I wanted to see the galaxy
anonymous Oct 2014
Picked at my skin and tore a new hole
so you can be my first

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