there will come a time
when I will be entirely anew
every inch of my skin
will be untouched by you
the hair you used to stroke
will become dead ends
that I will slowly cut away
only the ghost of your hands
will linger
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 6:26 PM UTC
there will come a time
when I will be entirely anew
every inch of my skin
will be untouched by you
the hair you used to stroke
will become dead ends
that I will slowly cut away
only the ghost of your hands
will linger
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