You used to ask me.. What does pain feel like?
You told me that there will come a time,
When we will feel the sun, but not know it as the sun,
Hear the wind, but not know it as the wind,
And our ribcages will open out like arms in front of us.
You used to ask me.. If pain was what happened when the wrong hands touched the right skin.
You told me that you were so sc...
Friday 27th April 2012 6:22 pm
Tags: death, hands, insanity, life, memories
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