You are written all over me - all over my heart with those heavy sighs, encasing my body with absent kisses. You are written all over me - tightly, deeply, seething, and taking, and taking, and taking, and discarding the shell, like the wrapper of a pack of smokes. You are written all over me in the half hearted lies I wholeheartedly believe, you are written through and through the diminished sparkle in my eyes, you’ve inked your name to my bruises, engraving with a hard, cruel hand. And yet you sleep a sleep that is sweet, and pure, and full of tomorrow. And I am gone.
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