her fingers ran like ink across my skin
never ceasing to keep flowing
we wrote our own stories
but one day she left
and she took our pen with her
ceasing me from ever wanting
to write stories again
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 6:44 PM UTC
her fingers ran like ink across my skin
never ceasing to keep flowing
we wrote our own stories
but one day she left
and she took our pen with her
ceasing me from ever wanting
to write stories again
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