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Bare feet,
Bare hands.
Topless,
Shivering.
Bare legs,
Bare arms.
Mirrors,
Lights.
Bare face,
Bare thoughts.
Dulled..
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we found love in dirty dishes and messy rooms
in the spaces between moments where the silence is endless
in lines of ink and musty s..
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Later I would see this place differently. Later I would thank God for giving me one more day to live. Later I would wish I had literal..
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Guilt is a misspelled tattoo,
Intricate and spiraling,
Bold and ugly,
Sinuous lines winding,
An elaborate path down my arm,
Strok..
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Gripping the bleached railing, I concentrated on tensing and relaxing my fingers. Nervousness radiated from every pore of my being and..
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