Ali ◊ 19 ◊ BC
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beat me up. let concrete scrape across my skin
so blood rises out of my pores
& looks like the freckles I have in the summer.
you can be the scab on my heart & when it beats
I’ll feel a sting and know it’s true
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I complain a lot / Lonely & Lovely.