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May 2017
this skin
a highway for your fingers
where you drive them down
this asphalt spine
and you stop
catch your tires in
the pits of my skin
the place where i picked and picked
until the blood came out from
the tender asphalt
but you just kept driving
you finally reach your destination
and we take moments to recollect
your skin / my skin
your car / my road
we are together.
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Written by
kaja rae  15/F/maryland
(15/F/maryland)   
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