#1A Poem by pandorahI wish I wrote you the way I felt you, skin bruised and unforgiving, teeth stained with old lipstick and cigerette smoke, your eyes barely closing when you try to sleep. I wish I wrote you the way I felt you, all sharp breaths and whimpers, nails dug deep under my skin.© 2014 pandorahAuthor's Note
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Added on December 4, 2014 Last Updated on December 4, 2014 |