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I want to find a place where your skin meets skin and rip apart the seam so i can crawl underneath. and i want to penetrate the flesh inside with my prying fingertips and find out what you're made of. so I'll wriggle under your skin and find it hard to breathe and the pain will be so good for me. you are oblivious to this writhing being digging, making precious crimson ribbons of your intrinsic workings. i want to feel the rush of your blood and your pulse working its way through me... but i think i mostly want to belong to you. |
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| Casey | It's called pain. It originates from my changing life and the realization that nothing good is going to change at all. | 020504 |
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| cranberry stain | ...is a deeper kind of beauty | 020504 |