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She found bruises, bruises she didn’t remember getting. She gave herself a pinch for each one. This body was borrowed This body was going to be returned (This body wasn’t hers.) (That body wasn’t hers. It was never hers.) (This body wasn’t hers. Hers would never.) (Hers would never?) She found bruises, scratches, shadows of kisses pressed. She gave herself a pinch for each one.
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Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 5:28 PM UTC
Something Borrowed, Something Blue.
She found bruises, bruises she didn’t remember getting. She gave herself a pinch for each one. This body was borrowed This body was going to be returned (This body wasn’t hers.) (That body wasn’t hers. It was never hers.) (This body wasn’t hers. Hers would never.) (Hers would never?) She found bruises, scratches, shadows of kisses pressed. She gave herself a pinch for each one.
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Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 5:28 PM UTC
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