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brittle breaking bones, these hands know not to hold my fingers snap and ache, oh how they feel so cold veins so bright and blue, pulse this sickly blood skin so thin and flawed, a cut could cause a flood tendons pull and tense, a touch sends unknown thrills joints so hard and stiff, through cracks, my love, it spills
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Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 10:06 AM UTC
these hands tell tales
brittle breaking bones, these hands know not to hold my fingers snap and ache, oh how they feel so cold veins so bright and blue, pulse this sickly blood skin so thin and flawed, a cut could cause a flood tendons pull and tense, a touch sends unknown thrills joints so hard and stiff, through cracks, my love, it spills
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Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 10:06 AM UTC
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