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| *image: luis royo |
| it didn�t work
when i tried to think of you as just another one who wished to peel my clothing and my skin away from pretty bones now cracked with tired my-stories. it didn�t work when i tried to think of me as i was before, peeling off my clothes and skin to place my pretty heart in another�s grimy hand and thereby make an end to dreams that never ever let me stay for long enough to live. it didn�t work when i tried to wrap the old new age around myself again and reinvent the self-sufficiency that had been my armour after hope had done its bleeding. it didn�t work. |