I.
For
hell's sake
let me caress those fingers
and arms,
the ones you can't abide.
II.
They're so
good
they hug so strong and
they hold so well.
III.
You've written on them
these
remnants of
pain,
and it hurts to see.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC
I.
For
hell's sake
let me caress those fingers
and arms,
the ones you can't abide.
II.
They're so
good
they hug so strong and
they hold so well.
III.
You've written on them
these
remnants of
pain,
and it hurts to see.
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