20121020 the things you say part 18
I just can't leave it can I? Can't leave you, can't wait. You are the itch that I have to scratch, the scab I pick, hang nail that I tug. You are the soft unblemished skin that I worry with my nail until it bleeds, the blood I suck, the lip I chew, the teeth I clench until they grind and ache.
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