ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ.

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You wrote your name on my pages,
Highlighting it in a light hue of red,
Forcing the ink to seep through every crevice of my soul-
Pushing out all emotion out of me.
But, despite that, one remained;
It remained to listen, protect, and crave the touch of your initials on my skin,
which is now selfishly cluttered with the carvings of my deepest desires.

(I'm aware it's not really finished, I wrote it in my mf physics class 💀)

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