Wordwhoring Damage Posted by mentalexotica on October 21, 2005September 7, 2022 Why don't you come and sit by me? Recognise, That I am damaged too. With my knowing fingers, I read the words of the shattered. Like the Braille of the blind, With my own gnawing pain, Let me read you. Share:EmailPrintTweetShare on TumblrMorePocketTelegramWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related
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here, i am, sitting by you, cities away, hoping the light you promised, finds me.