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Apr 2016
Fingers through grass,
Green.
Stained against flesh,
Guilty.
The water will never
wash away your crimes.
Rip it from the earth,
dirt against skin,
Brown,
Mud,
Crusting.
The water will never
wash away the sin,
Forever marked
against your
Pale
Plaster
Skin.
It's been a while since I've posted anything.
Ciel
Written by
Ciel  Canada
(Canada)   
967
   Andrew Name
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