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III Nov 2014
The best thing about a
Smile is its ability to mask
All the crinkling eyes
Brimming with salt and
The scratches along my arms,
Desperately trying to carve
My skin into an array
Of something finally beautiful,
Desperately trying to clip the
Nails of the monster
You buried into my chest
Alone and without a match,

But it still seems to burn anyways.

— The End —