- Black
needle injecting ink
like sun into flowers.
The pain of feeling
alive courses through
as the picture fades
through.
- Your touches
are like
little bugs
on my
porcelain
skin.
- Slowly falling
out of reality
and the only things
keeping me here
(feet on the muddy ground)
are you & your embrace.
- The peer pressure
felt like a dress
size too small.
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