xiii. METAPHORICAL SKIN.
she buried her words so deep into the
lines of her palms that her veins only knew how to
bleed the truth when she cut them open.
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Poetryxvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
xiii. metaphorical skin.
xiii. METAPHORICAL SKIN.
she buried her words so deep into the
lines of her palms that her veins only knew how to
bleed the truth when she cut them open.
