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until i want to
stop
injecting my veins
with poison and pretty lies
no one will stop
me.
my arm is a canvas
and i draw bruises on it
like art.
i will stand
on skateboards
and sit on your
shoulders
and ride the waves
until they will
carry me away.
i never liked
the ground anyway.
it is the place
i land
when all the things
i hold on to
let go of me
because they do not
hold anyone.
it is always
cold.
i like flying
too much
and crashing
even more
because it reminds me
that i was in the air.
is it a crime
to find broken things
so beautiful
that you want to
stay broken?
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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