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Oct 2016
he felt slight in my arms,
like trying to hold
a ray of light
from the sun tattoo
on his wrist.
and
when he kissed me
i tasted his sadness
and his demons,
drinking them in myself
with the hope that
he would be able
to burn a little brighter,
like the sun tattoo
on his wrist.
curlygirl
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curlygirl
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