

Small flowers crack concreteI want to leave marks like bruises that are beautiful purples and reds Like how loud cellophane wrappers, stuck around candy, leave sticky little bits of color everywhere Because I can feel my heart all the way down to my toes, beating a little faster, pumping my blue blood in circles when you're around. And I swear that everytime I get the chance to color you in with fingerprints & scratches my insides flow louder; like a kid trying to be heard above the noise. Because when you're near me, every single scrap of bone and muscle and fat that belongs to me  Small flowers crack concrete
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