your skin
By A Far Cry
Your skin, so soft, so smooth. But what would I, Know about such things, after all, I am a child. A crying child curled with my knees to my chest, in this dark, stained prison. Comfort me. tell me it's all gonna be okay, spread the lies thick on my skin, and maybe ill believe them too, after all isnt everything a lie. Your skin, It makes me sick. Written January 7th, 2002 © on Jan 07 2002 09:49 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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