Mar 2014
Every touch
pierces my pale skin
Bruising
Every word
Hits my ear drum
Echoing
Every look*
Sends a sword deep into my heart
Inserting your sweet poison into me
Torturing
pierces my pale skin
Bruising
Every word
Hits my ear drum
Echoing
Every look*
Sends a sword deep into my heart
Inserting your sweet poison into me
Torturing
Not wanting to let go..
(Edinburgh)
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