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there is still blood caked in the crevices between his fingers when he stumbles back to the light you turn on the water (it'll burn his skin red but at least they'll be clean) and you hold his hand as you wash it away same as the night last its just part of the deal he doesn’t look at you but at something just to the left at a water-color of the screams he cradled before he snapped them like wishbones pretty eyes aren’t going to help someone who won't look at you
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC
the dreaded coming home
there is still blood caked in the crevices between his fingers when he stumbles back to the light you turn on the water (it'll burn his skin red but at least they'll be clean) and you hold his hand as you wash it away same as the night last its just part of the deal he doesn’t look at you but at something just to the left at a water-color of the screams he cradled before he snapped them like wishbones pretty eyes aren’t going to help someone who won't look at you
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC
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