"Drops of blood hit the floor
As I carve your name
Into my skin
Isn't it a shame,
That I waste
My perfect skin on you?"
~l.f.
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PoetryA collection of poems and stories for the broken, lost, afraid, recovery, heartbroken, depressed, and many more. *Trigger warning possibly for some of these*
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"Drops of blood hit the floor
As I carve your name
Into my skin
Isn't it a shame,
That I waste
My perfect skin on you?"
~l.f.
