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My bed knows stories,A night when the windows,Splurged cold winds onto my bare chest,Shivers cracked my heels,A weight heavy,An anchor tied to a ship,It knows my stories,Mixed with the whiskey I spilled,Glass broke and pierced my skin,Still embedded in my stomach,The marks stretched,I sleep on it most of the times,Belly on the bottom,For it brings […]

Ink