Skin

There are some secrets

so horrible

that one doesn't even

say aloud,

for to do so would 

be to

except it as truth.

 

So instead, we whisper

"I love

you" against each other's

most sinsitive 

skins and pretend that

I know

what those words feel

like if

they were true on 

my lips.

 

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