Lauren ParkA Poem by Cahjli Symes .
Friction from an apparatus
peeling out my skin. Laying down on broken glass bleeding till I'm warm. Rip the grain beneath my veins to help my soul transcend. Your soft fingers in my wound makes me feel again. © 2016 Cahjli Symes |
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Added on June 11, 2016 Last Updated on June 16, 2016 Author
Cahjli SymesCloud City, FLAboutHi my name is Cahjli and I write poems,screenplays and lyrics. Hope you enjoy :D more..Writing
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