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Mar 2016
His hands, so sweet
until they sang discolored accusations to my
face.


He held me so tight, so close.
Indistinguishable skin with hisΒ 
hands on my throat.


Eyesight like ebony, silhouettes on my bones.


I can't take anymore,Β 
don't want to go home.
Saoirse Sunshyne Simmons
Written by
Saoirse Sunshyne Simmons  The Pacific Northwest.
(The Pacific Northwest.)   
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