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Mar 2016
Bleach me like the whitest hair
I long to feel the burn under my skin

Darling your claws are sharp
But they don't reach within me

I hope you leave marks
I hope it leaves scars

So that I may remember you;
- when we eventually part.
gleck
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gleck  21/M/UK
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