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a crescent scar curves around
the delicate boning, my pale skin.
a deep impression of a night
when the rain fell.

take me back to when silence meant everything,
when friends withstood anything.
or else take me to a further time
so we can leave these loves behind.

let me cease to be this body
let me forge one anew.
'as much as you can hate, as you can love'
i hope it's true.