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Quick hands and light fingers, trace the dips in my collar bone and skip stones down my spine. Touches burned into my skin, like the scars left on my heart and on my wrists.
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Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 3:45 PM UTC
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Quick hands and light fingers, trace the dips in my collar bone and skip stones down my spine. Touches burned into my skin, like the scars left on my heart and on my wrists.
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Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 3:45 PM UTC
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