frost

scars turn dark when it’s cold out

I can’t remember feeling pure

have I met you yet, innocence?

had we gotten to know each other before I’d forgotten you?

I’m not good with faces or birthdays;

reliance or reciprocating

but I can try, right?

 

they keep getting darker

I feel like it’s telling me something

but god knows what

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