marks

bursts of red and blue stars framed in bronze soaked into my flesh stained fast as day dawns a brush of fingers or of clothes takes me back to the place and time we joined together the story written on my face those who call it sickness the beasts that…

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shit creek

nobody held a gun to your head and forced you to do what you did nobody held your family hostage and told you to hide what you hid nobody hypnotized either of us no rendezvous was prearranged each of us did what we did for our reasons and the past…

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