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I call you when I need to feel bad.
The sharp point of the needle on my thick skin,
reminds me of how your existence used to bleed me dry.
I call you when I need to know my flaws exist.
The way the coffee always burns my tongue every morning,
reminds me of how I was never the type to learn my lesson.
I call you when I need to be reckless.
The freedom you get when you don't care,
reminds me of how I always tried to ride your motorcycle blindfolded.
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Sharlene Alba
Full of raw and unfiltered fluid poems, short stories and prompts on love, sex, relationships and life. I also review haircare, skincare and other beauty products. Instagram: grungefirepoetry MissBeautyBargain Facebook: grungefirepoetry
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