I see the crust
of dried blood
at the spot were
hand meets wrist
and I don't want to
think further about it
cause I already know
what it meanstake. me. back. again.
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Night & Day
Poetry»He needed her affection of love and she needed his heartbeats to fall asleep«
part nineteen (day)
I see the crust
of dried blood
at the spot were
hand meets wrist
and I don't want to
think further about it
cause I already know
what it meanstake. me. back. again.