Pin Cushion

June 17, 2018

Love breaks me like no one has before.

The reminiscent sting of its every touch

is like a million needles piercing my

mind

body

soul.

I want you to build me back up.

I want the reminiscent feeling of your every touch

to compare a million needles piercing my

mind

body

soul.

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