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Drown Myself in You

Write about the lines on my hand, he said.

I smiled back.

I could have written about the sparkle in his eyes

Or the knowledge on his tongue

I could have written how his kiss left my knees weak

I could have written songs

About how his fingers felt

pressed against my thighs

I could have sung melodies

From his soft, careful kisses on my neck

or how the stubble on his cheeks

turned up the heat on my own

I would have written so many things about you.

I would have written on more than just the lines on your fingers

I would have written books about you

But I couldn’t tell you that.

 

 

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow

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Author:

I stare at walls hoping that something would guide me to another dimension where everything makes sense. I take life as it comes. I reside in which is now known to be the fastest growing city in the Middle East, Dubai. Surrounded by fake greenery and dusty air, I long for rain. I long for rain to drench my very being, untill i feel nothing but clean and revived. I dream of happy things and i know for certain that Peter pan and pixies and fairies and Santa exists. I know. Because theres no point in not believing. Im a child. I am a grain of sand. I am a speckle of dust in this polluted world. I am a spirit roaming the end of the earth, trying to find that wall. (Read the page Painted shadow for details)

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