These beautiful little burns
Form a picture on my body
Gentle enough to be traced
Yet fierce enough to scar you
With several accounts
Of our careless tattoos and smoke
The antique bookcase held
Our deepest stories, farces too
The noise in the air is stronger now
I feel a fear wear me like a sleeve
We’re running; pierced in time
You’re my marvelous object
I’m your magnificent cracks
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I love this so so much, just beautiful You touched something inside of me that I always keep hidden. Thank You