Love
itches
my skin
my arms
are blooming
age spots
along
the scars
from years
of trying to find
comfort
beneath
the surface
nothing
left
but
a faint white
line
the remains
of dragging the bow
between
the strings
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This is me and my friends of our generation:
ReplyDelete"my arms
are blooming
age spots" Thank you. xoA