Shadows
‘When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.’ - Lauren Eden
copper red
the taste
another from the darkness
in shadows I wait
desperate for love
one more face
I need to feel it
to feel alive in this place
no heat
skin against my skin
it's cold and unforgiving
I'll forgive myself
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