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aurora May 2015
the scars on my wrist, they never lasted
it's as if they knew they were vulnerable

yet every little line of hate is visible on my thigh
it's as if they knew they were a well kept secret
i Nov 2014
and i just wanna feel
your hand on my thigh,
and your lips on my neck,
and your love in my bones.
Rose Jun 2014
-But why did I think
that carving your name into my thigh
would make you love me,
like it was some kind of sick ritual I could do to make you come back?

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