May 2018
Perfectly placed memories
On perfectly pale arms
In red rivers of sorrow and secrets
Forever felt with tingling fingertips
Over rough ridges of regret
Am I perfect yet?
On perfectly pale arms
In red rivers of sorrow and secrets
Forever felt with tingling fingertips
Over rough ridges of regret
Am I perfect yet?
(22/F)
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