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Jun 2018
01.
He calls me perfect tonight
and I have not shown him
how much dried blood
stains soft hands, and maybe
he is blind to the ugly of me
or maybe, I should borrow his eyes
and see what is so beautiful.

Iā€™d rather be lost in him.
Sometimes
despite all the thickle and thorn,
you will find a rose
with no *****
of the skin
when touched.
Lucas Kolthof
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Lucas Kolthof  28/M
(28/M)   
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     Ceida Uilyc, Jo Barber and MM
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