a chapped abyss of innocent words
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
and what she found there
You lie when you say
you don't shove your face
too close to static-kissed t.v's
we're just trying to see
fireworks explode
he ran his fingers over her collarbone
rough, calloused fingers
pressing down hard
as if you break her apart;
destroy her
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