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Jan 2015
you
come back and take what's yours.
you left your fingerprints on my skin.
i am you and nothing more.
but a restless night and a body thin.

i'm sure this wasn't in your plans.
i'd still need you when we're apart.
i am a sculpture created by your hands.
you were never good at art.
Written by
natalie
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