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My fingertips are rocky coastlines I’m always throwing myself off of.  Punching myself through the tides over and over again until my knuckles bruise and break.  Bruise and break.  Black and blue.  The foamy white of the water meeting rock.  The heavy red of rock meeting skin.

I could throw myself into your eyes.  Bruising my own lips, breaking my own hips.  I’m always dark (like your hair).  Always lost.

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