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Rough

The skin is rough feels like it's been rubbed against cracked concrete walls all day. feels like it's been scalding heating from the inside burning through it's own skin no more tingles just licks of flames and caved in nerves. Rough as it curves over the valleys and mountains of my home sick thighs and rough as it soothes over my rotten lies Rough The skin is rough cracked dry bending through the seams of young girls like touching a dying leaf. Half feeling the lack of feeling dried out put on the cement.
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samantha-lynn-bates
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Nov 9, 2010
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