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i feel the hands of others searching for salvation in my skin hoping to taste their truth upon my tongue these hands hope to find someone else in my touch reaching through my hollow form grasping for something more their fingers trail across my body tracing the answers they are desperate to find they feel me smooth and supple yet my brittle form breaks at the touch they cut themselves on my jagged edges betrayed by the soft of my curves alone, i gather the shards of myself and piece them back together
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Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 2:09 PM UTC
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i feel the hands of others searching for salvation in my skin hoping to taste their truth upon my tongue these hands hope to find someone else in my touch reaching through my hollow form grasping for something more their fingers trail across my body tracing the answers they are desperate to find they feel me smooth and supple yet my brittle form breaks at the touch they cut themselves on my jagged edges betrayed by the soft of my curves alone, i gather the shards of myself and piece them back together
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Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 2:09 PM UTC
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