I search for you with hungry fingers.
I search for you in tired expressions.
I find you everywhere inside of these
open wounds.
You linger on the edges of morality,
something I don't care for anymore.
So I search for you in some form,
a form I don't know anymore.
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I like the beauty and the mystery in this. It has an abstract feel that's not too much.
"You linger on the edges of morality,
something I don't care for anymore."
Your wording is stunning. -
beautiful, love.
<3
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