I wish I could remove every part of my skin he ever touched
and pretend to be unmarked
as if nothing ever happened
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Midding [yet another diary]// A collection
Poesíav. intr. feeling the tranquil pleasure of being near a gathering but not quite in it-hovering on the perimeter of a campfire, chatting outside a party while others dance inside, resting your head in the backseat of a car listening to your friends ch...
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I wish I could remove every part of my skin he ever touched
and pretend to be unmarked
as if nothing ever happened
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