May 2014
your fingers
used to
caress
the gaps
between my ribs
and wrap around
my hand
they make shadows
across
the cracking
wall now
in my dreams
and i can't
let anyone else
touch me
used to
caress
the gaps
between my ribs
and wrap around
my hand
they make shadows
across
the cracking
wall now
in my dreams
and i can't
let anyone else
touch me
Written by
pluie d'été
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