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 Jan 2015 Chloe B
Kaleigh O
Skin
 Jan 2015 Chloe B
Kaleigh O
Your skin is the canvas
My fingertips are the paintbrush
Every touch, every stroke, every glide upon it creates a mark
For what I am becomes what you are
And what you are becomes the purpose of me
Emptiness.
This place where I have found solace.
Catacombs full of bones.
Nothingness.
What I call home.
 Dec 2014 Chloe B
Devon Webb
Hands
 Dec 2014 Chloe B
Devon Webb
Your hands fit
perfectly into my
skinny spaces
as if the
primary-school outline
of your palm
was drawn
just for me.
 Dec 2014 Chloe B
Devon Webb
You somehow
seamlessly exceed
my expectations
time
and time
again
 Dec 2014 Chloe B
Devon Webb
I am
imprisoned
in consciousness,
searching
for an
escape
 Dec 2014 Chloe B
Devon Webb
See-Saw
 Dec 2014 Chloe B
Devon Webb
This love of ours
is like
a see-saw:
the only difference is
that normally
I'm stuck at
the top.
Too much self-doubt is never stable.
 Dec 2014 Chloe B
Devon Webb
I'll make you a
noose of
kisses
around your neck
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