Lucy, have you forgotten me?
I peeled off my skin to see a bit of yours; it's beautiful, so raw and baby-soft, I fear I've hurt you more.
Lucy, do you hate me?
With you, I feel alive. With you, I find a reason to stay by your side.
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
Poesie"She had 50 days left to live. She had 5000 words left to say." A compilation of 50-word poems by a child who longed to see a better future than the one they've set for themselves. Each piece takes 12 seconds to read. #833 - 27/05/17 #687 - 28/05...
