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honey Feb 2018
Scittering across the forest floor,
My thoughts dance,
and twirl.

Trailing down your skin,
With lovely touches.
I am not good enough.

I want to hurt you,
Hurt myself,
Let myself ******* fall.

I wonder what it would be like if you watched the whole thing.
I have no words to describe how I felt writing this.maybe melancholy? Bittersweet? Not very sure.

— The End —