if this skin spoke
you would hear its screams...

dirty streets
with simple hands...

We knew getting caught up in the feels was a...
Pages apon pages, our adventure creating a series...

hey,
your a rock and im stable...

1.
there was a day I had silken skin...

ever lay upon daring swings
is why we sway to and fro...

your eyes
were the last sunrise...

i was undeserving of her touch
as her life was a grand oasis...

i
left up above...

echoing distant sounds
if I screamed would she hear the uproar...

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laid across floors that bind...

words form the distant whispers
I want to fall on her pages...