i'll crush my ribs and open my heart for you to hold, the purest intimacy.
i'll cry so the streets flood and it rains in your area, just so you can taste me.
i'll expose my flesh bruised and burnt, for you to hold in your hands.
i'll let you do anything.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrya series of the 666 diaries, this is number 3. started in april 2016, ended jan 2017.
