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I’ve stared the devil in the face.
I wake up; he’s on my chest.
I feel his touch, burning my skin -
My innocence taken, by hi..
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My skin - like a leopard,
Freckled with colours;
Green, blue and gold.
There’s no hiding their shape..
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The walls around me bring memories of long
ago,
When things were normal but all so faux.
Each mark, a stain..
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faffing - still not sure.
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Our bodies entwined - two trees;
One fate.
We thrive off one another’s energy -
The ivy snakes b..
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Her years have passed her by,
Each faster than the last.
Each day takes a piece of her,
Each bigger than bef..
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I may add more to this, or leave it as a short prologue - not sure yet
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Kind of a journal; a mixture of fiction and non fiction and is experimental.
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This is a poem about my acceptance of who i am, it's a rather personal one - hope you like.
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Trust and coping mechanisms are funny concepts.
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