you are the smell of sharpie pens i use to scratch shit out onto my skin.

like mushy blushing endearments across my forearms and forehead. broad strokes. that smell, covering me in poetics and charms.

©jjj

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About wordverserune

writer. poet. student. listener. kinkster. queerdo. hippy dippy witchy woo.
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