the walls are tight around you
blameless, insufficient
the inside is a storm of all sorts,
cold and quivering with oblivious benevolence
the outside is warm
and yet my arms itch to curl around
the blameless insufficiency that is so desperately engraved on your skin
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 5:26 AM UTC
the walls are tight around you
blameless, insufficient
the inside is a storm of all sorts,
cold and quivering with oblivious benevolence
the outside is warm
and yet my arms itch to curl around
the blameless insufficiency that is so desperately engraved on your skin
a.u.
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