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Breathless, Hands lay flush against my head, their Fingers pale, gripping tight on the small unripened fruit, slowly Climbing up and down my skin poking and caressing my lungs as it speaks giving me burns of varying degrees, you twist and they turn the colour of red, purple and blue the only thing holding the blistering skin together are stitches that haven't yet given, my blood is forming slowly it dribbles down like spittle and as it clots you split digging your fingers inside my flesh and I am infatuated head lolling eyes shivering bones sore as if they are pleading for a way for a way a chance to slip away in peace with you by my lonely and lowly side.
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Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 1:13 PM UTC
Dear I love you like three burns on your pale skin
Breathless, Hands lay flush against my head, their Fingers pale, gripping tight on the small unripened fruit, slowly Climbing up and down my skin poking and caressing my lungs as it speaks giving me burns of varying degrees, you twist and they turn the colour of red, purple and blue the only thing holding the blistering skin together are stitches that haven't yet given, my blood is forming slowly it dribbles down like spittle and as it clots you split digging your fingers inside my flesh and I am infatuated head lolling eyes shivering bones sore as if they are pleading for a way for a way a chance to slip away in peace with you by my lonely and lowly side.
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AvaKenig
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 1:13 PM UTC
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