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Feb 2016
sheets pressed against my skin
like the air was so heavy
my breath let it move
in dark swirls of black smoke

feelin my ribs
and my hips
with these cold hands
and then I'd want
to shiver again
where the skin's so thin
the cold soaks in:
  I'm white.

  and I wish
  you'd be the only thing
  I'd feel
  tonight.
©11:45pm
no caps. dunno why. I just want it to be low key i guess
Seeking Oblivion
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Seeking Oblivion  Italy
(Italy)   
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   ---, --- and Rapunzoll
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