As Can Be

I caught you staring at me,as if I were a thing of beautyas if these scars didn't maulthe silk of my skinas if you weren't afraidto freeze in the blizzardof my gaze,as if there wasn't bloodsmeared from my chin to my cheekas if my lungs weren't soakedwith the tarof my angstI saw yousee me as... Continue Reading →

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