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Darkly Jan 2019
I thought of how beautiful the lines in the skin of your hands are

Criss-crossing and running

I trace them in my head as they wrap around my heart
For those who feel deeply.
  Aug 2018 Darkly
danahslade99
Melancholy;
Melt in lands
Unholy
In an abyss of

Harm supressed;
Between two palms pressed
Together.
Remind us we are

Desolate;
Descending to a
Solitary fate
Where days

Gloomy;
Glue me
To my memories
Cold cruelty and

Shame;
An attempt at shadowing
The untamed.
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