Mar 2019
my cold fingertips touching my new word,
perfect
still fresh,
raised from the skin,
a reminder of what i’m not,
what i wish i was,
what i could never be
perfect
still fresh,
raised from the skin,
a reminder of what i’m not,
what i wish i was,
what i could never be
(26/F/Ohio)
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