I want to be wrapped up in your skin, to feel your bones as they creep into mine watch as they mold into one.
As I turn into utterly nothing I want to be buried so far into your skin that I become your grave itself left to the dust mites to tend to
Even at my last, I'll lay my head down so you can cross.
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The Time Everything Changed
Poesiaa collection of short poems which each tell its own story
