You are new to me.Your toungue knows no harsh words associated with my name. I like that about you. My life before you was a circus side show. Do you want to hear about it? Do you want to know how many times I have fallen, from grace or womanhood? Would that scare you? When your fingers trace my tattoos can you feel their stories? When your hands touch mine do you think about where they have been, or who else they have been on? I want you to know that I will never disappear in you. The water is coming fast, flowing backward submerging my sholders. I will let it go no further. I am not the kind of girl that will come back if you tell me to leave. I will never go back.Birth sign: Not entered
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