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catching the liquid gazing as it slides gentle over my fingers and into my palm watching it fill all the grooves that make me unqiue and fall over the cliff my hand creates feeling it coat my skin something dark shading it a hue I'd never seen as vibrant oh how it does feel running its chills through my nerves where they can reach my heart and prevent my eyes from pulling the blinds my dear your blood is twice as beautiful when it pools in my hands where I can play with between my fingers like you played with my heart
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Jun 25, 2010
Jun 25, 2010 at 8:56 PM UTC
Stained Hands
catching the liquid gazing as it slides gentle over my fingers and into my palm watching it fill all the grooves that make me unqiue and fall over the cliff my hand creates feeling it coat my skin something dark shading it a hue I'd never seen as vibrant oh how it does feel running its chills through my nerves where they can reach my heart and prevent my eyes from pulling the blinds my dear your blood is twice as beautiful when it pools in my hands where I can play with between my fingers like you played with my heart
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Jun 25, 2010
Jun 25, 2010 at 8:56 PM UTC
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