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control freak
how close to the surface,
your veins
he said
opening them slowly.
how close to the surface
your scars
he said
fingers trailing
raw reminders
on wounded skin.
how close to the surface
your tears
he said
and gathered them
silently
as his own.
your veins
he said
opening them slowly.
how close to the surface
your scars
he said
fingers trailing
raw reminders
on wounded skin.
how close to the surface
your tears
he said
and gathered them
silently
as his own.
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