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Gray tinted skin With splotchy pink cheeks Ashy peppered hair, Sprinkled under soft stars Cracked tired lips, Blue from the frost Wisped breath Flowing, churning,
You can’t play footsies with combat boots Thick like your thighs Heavy like your body
call me out of the shadows i call home call me out of this place that stripped me to the bone call me out of the burning fire of life call me away from the blade of a knife
I fight this battle hard and true
The best pair of shoes, that I ever did lose, fit on my feet, like paper to glue. The best pair of shoes, that I ever did lose, frayed laces abound, yet I did not peruse.
I look out the window and what do I see? I see a strange little girl staring right back at me. She scrunches her nose and begins to pout because she just cannot seem to figure me out.