sandwich w/EC

your fingers tear prophecies out of my skin like art,

i read enough classics to fool
myself into thinking i had it
all figured out; beauty, joy,
happiness, love

your teeth in my wrist rip time ignoring war and risk

it took one kiss from her lips to
cut those definitions from my mind
to erase every falsehood taught by
the so called greats

the marks I leave on you won’t fade like ink or ever

EC. i don’t have the words. i will keep trying though.

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