This bruise on my hand is growing.
I can see it spreading to my other hand
To my arms
Shoulders
Up my neck
Down my chest
Down my stomach
Across my hips
Stretching the length of my legs
And ending at my feet
Who would think that's beautiful?
Who would want to touch someone that's
Dark purple
On the outside
Blue towards the middle
And yellow around the edges
No one
And I shouldn't expect them too
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 12:12 PM UTC
This bruise on my hand is growing.
I can see it spreading to my other hand
To my arms
Shoulders
Up my neck
Down my chest
Down my stomach
Across my hips
Stretching the length of my legs
And ending at my feet
Who would think that's beautiful?
Who would want to touch someone that's
Dark purple
On the outside
Blue towards the middle
And yellow around the edges
No one
And I shouldn't expect them too
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