So, as usual, this is about a boy.
A boy I used to care for.
Here it goes.
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Streets,
Scattered with papers.
Sheets,
With ink.
Myself,
Written out
For you
And only you.
Stranded,
Untouched,
Unread.
Those
Fall,
Flow,
Float.
Consumed by my head,
Wrapped in my mind,
Laid out for you by my hands
In an attempt to touch your soul.
These hands,
Overwhelmed by flaw,
Swimming in imperfection.
Every notch,
Every callus,
For you.
I've done it all
For you.
-Emily Ann
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