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My skin My paper thin Not so soft skin Is kissed by night sky I'm scarred by the motion of your lips Cracked by your whispers My skin My paper thin not so soft skin Is painted in red I'm scratched by your brush Wounded by your strokes My skin My paper thin Not so soft skin Is covered in memories I'm reminded of your attention Marked by your accessories
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 1:11 PM UTC
My skin
My skin My paper thin Not so soft skin Is kissed by night sky I'm scarred by the motion of your lips Cracked by your whispers My skin My paper thin not so soft skin Is painted in red I'm scratched by your brush Wounded by your strokes My skin My paper thin Not so soft skin Is covered in memories I'm reminded of your attention Marked by your accessories
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 1:11 PM UTC
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