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It was the marks that reminded me,
Making it only six days
Til you had to be put back.

On the edge of my bed,
In your shirt and someone else's socks,
And cold hands.

There were too many hours,
And too many marks,
Like the marks on my skin.

No clean getaway, just
Dirty failed distance, marked
By blood and salt and six years.

Six years of blue tack,
Five pence per photograph deals,
Nights like this on the edge of my bed,
When you would hold my hand.
So Kae wanted me to put up some of the things I am writing. This is the one I like the least so if I put up this unfinished messy thing then in theory putting up the others when I have fiddled with them a bit more will be easy.
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Kaefullness Featured By Owner Jul 22, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
*Dances like child because you're putting things up*

Also this is actually stunning, I always forget just how much I like your poetry :3
Astarael7 Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2013
Seriously you like this? I should put more up because I like those better but maybe that means I have awful poetry taste oh no!

Also thankyou =)
Kaefullness Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
Or maybe it means the rest are even better? ^^
Astarael7 Featured By Owner Jul 26, 2013
I approve of your optimism but I do not think so! 
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