Oct 2015
You and I
are
scar tissue
that
I worry
and pick
and pull
endlessly,
and yet
I still
cry out
in shock
and pain
when
I cause us
to bleed
again.
are
scar tissue
that
I worry
and pick
and pull
endlessly,
and yet
I still
cry out
in shock
and pain
when
I cause us
to bleed
again.
(Birmingham)
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