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Apr 2015
You
Are
Splinters
Sharp points
Bothersome
Pluck you out
But you dig in deeper
Always leave a piece behind
To fester and inflame
That's what I get for walking barefoot
My hands wanting to touch everything
Feel the grain
Feel the contours
Of you
Cuts
And scratches
And bruises
And splinters
That's what I get for wanting you.....
Laurel Leaves
Written by
Laurel Leaves  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
637
   Akira Chinen
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