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Lovely Things

It doesn't have to be healthy,

Only street corner poison;

Teeth marks,

Maybe something broken.

It's not about what it is,

But what it leaves.

The quiet skin beneath your sleeve,

The choir that sings in your sleep.

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EphemeralLikeGold

23 / M

Published: Jul 9, 2018
LinesWords: 838

Tags: #drugs #love #unhealthy #coping #relationship #scars #cured

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