I wrote down my initials on her skin slowly with my finger sliding around — in secret,
hidden under the impression of love, it belonged very fairly to how it sounded. Short but thorough and tender.

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existence within earth
PoetryPoetry in words of a mess, written throughout years of my teenage angst that continues. "Shall wisdom and hell be spoken when my ink turns into blood"
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I wrote down my initials on her skin slowly with my finger sliding around — in secret,
hidden under the impression of love, it belonged very fairly to how it sounded. Short but thorough and tender.