you don't rise naked from my pile of
clothes
it is my skin, my flesh that i need to face
again
my fears and my perception of your
reflection
i wash away the salt in both our hair
wash the blood dripping from you like
tears
but you don't walk naked into my covers
is this your love, or mine that i need to bury away?
my colours or yours that i need to paint gray?
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Author:
lauriel (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 29th, 2022 11:44
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