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*My fingers itch in so many ways— They wish to touch the stars; They long to play my soul's heartsong, And strive to sketch my scars.*
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
Fingers
*My fingers itch in so many ways— They wish to touch the stars; They long to play my soul's heartsong, And strive to sketch my scars.*
Sometimes they urge to clutch a knife And hold it to my chest; But most of all they long to hold my love— The one who knows me best.
ashley-somebody
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29/F/Indonesian
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
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