No one makes me
Want to ink
Beautiful, disgusting,
Lively, prominent words
All over their body
Until it covers every inch
Of their warm skin
And every idea fills
Each pore of their being
No one;
And it's nauseating
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Short Stories and Poems by Me
PoesieEnter at your own risk. My mind over the years is displayed in here. ((PS: even my worst ideas get put in this log because it's my back up for everything I write. I apologize for the horror if anyone is reading this))
