i want meaningful lines not tattooed tragedy. i am shedding skin like
the poetry that bleeds from my ink stained finger tips onto the bare
flesh ofyourmiddle. i want to unfold these gun shy limbs that seek silence while begging
you to staywithme. you and i both know i have to find that one redeemable verse hidden
within this labyrinth of scardamagedheart.
g h o st
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