Apr 2014
you’ll write poetry about
how he makes your
stomach bleed, how his hands could
become moons when they
touch your thighs
but when you kiss him,
he’ll only taste of
salt and bad memories
how he makes your
stomach bleed, how his hands could
become moons when they
touch your thighs
but when you kiss him,
he’ll only taste of
salt and bad memories
(denmark, copenhagen)
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