ink this bod, i ache for words and more, to color the in between or even darken the paleness i’m embodied with, surely these sole lines remain empty. taunt me as pen does paper to fill my void with feelings you hold dear. i’ve longed for a graze on mine skin if only, to learn what it means to feel, to be loved with letters onto the edges my frame.
5/11/2017 9:00
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