Category : Poems

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Your skin breaks and sticks

 The fingers of both my hands.

My eyes are filled with tears

 That have never flowed my lips.
 You think about what I avoid, 

And you ask me the things 

I never feel comfortable talking about.  
You look at me, I close my eyes

 'Cause I'm still afraid of how

 This night will end this dark.