Aug 2014
I wrote your name
onto my skin
with the permanent marker
of a razor.
And when you left...
I washed it away
from my body
with the cleansing power
of a blowtorch.
onto my skin
with the permanent marker
of a razor.
And when you left...
I washed it away
from my body
with the cleansing power
of a blowtorch.
(Beating tired bones)
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