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Reflection

"his" fingernails i feel,
on the egde's of my soul i bleed.
looking at you,
do you want me? is this real?

my eye's still the same,
emotions numb and cold.
i lift my hand, "his" words echoing,
from the inside i see, frame by frame.

"he" tears into me,
i welcome the distance between us.
for what "he" wants there are no words,
see the change, open your eye's and see.

my hands on your face,
i take a breath and sigh.
do you want "him?"
my mindset? leather and lace.

my hands on your face!!

Engelse gedicht door: crushed

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