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I am your favorite flavor of ice cream; Melting. Sliding down your fingers, Dripping down your palm; I am your favorite flavor of ice cream, In a chocolate dipped waffle cone. Dripping, Falling, Melting, Slipping. Kissing every inch of your skin I can reach; Please do not wipe me away before I dance on your wrists, Because no one ever showed you that scars can be beautiful. I long to kiss your wrists because I know that no one ever has.
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May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 5:40 PM UTC
Melting.
I am your favorite flavor of ice cream; Melting. Sliding down your fingers, Dripping down your palm; I am your favorite flavor of ice cream, In a chocolate dipped waffle cone. Dripping, Falling, Melting, Slipping. Kissing every inch of your skin I can reach; Please do not wipe me away before I dance on your wrists, Because no one ever showed you that scars can be beautiful. I long to kiss your wrists because I know that no one ever has.
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May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 5:40 PM UTC
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