EdgesThis foolish hand of mine
only craves to be intertwined
by yours. It has devoured your
smell, mapped all your edges
and inked every line possible.It refuses to stay in anybody
else's grasp and is willing
to bend, change and shift
just to fit in yours better.***
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Underneath My Skin | Poetry
Poetrya few poetries I've scrawled underneath my skin -» all rights reserved to the author