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my skin is covered in green and yellow and black and blue fear grips me as much as love and the memory of you is heavy on my mind the colours that cover my skin (don’t?) move and writhe and the monsters haunt me at night (they’re painted on my body and we’ll never be free) tangy blue taints my heart and sometimes i wake to the smell of blood and destruction and i don’t even mind at all there’s a ghost in my chest and a lock on my door and i named them both after you
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 10:47 AM UTC
apocalypse is such a heavy word, don't you think?
my skin is covered in green and yellow and black and blue fear grips me as much as love and the memory of you is heavy on my mind the colours that cover my skin (don’t?) move and writhe and the monsters haunt me at night (they’re painted on my body and we’ll never be free) tangy blue taints my heart and sometimes i wake to the smell of blood and destruction and i don’t even mind at all there’s a ghost in my chest and a lock on my door and i named them both after you
helen-r
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 10:47 AM UTC
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