Manifest

Manifest

A Poem by Velour6

Under my best Sunday dress
I'll need a kiss to make it better
I can break my own skin
and scratch your's raw
You are my excess 
I read the black letters 
My bad fortune is in 
Come and do it again 

 



 

© 2015 Velour6


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Added on April 18, 2015
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Velour6
Velour6

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