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Sep 2014
I sit naked peeling away my skin.
As I shed the sunburn of you, I relent my sins.
My tears sizzle like acid down my blisteredΒ Β cheeks.
I strip away your lies, flaking and pink.
At first you felt warm and honest on my face, slowly stealing away what's sane.
My faith in myself began to falter, my mind preparing to be a sacrifice on the alter,
Of what used to be self restraint.
You are the master of shame, spreading poison throughout the haze.
I will wash my skin pure and accept no more of your petty lures.
You may again spoil me with ******* or the lack there of,
Until I find myself once more lost in remorse,
But I will not forget the feel of soft skin left in your place and what is true and good in this rabbits race.
April Watson
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April Watson  24/F
(24/F)   
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   Michael Humbert
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