viva la white girl!
A collection of thoughts put into words .
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Speedometer goes up to 180
My wound cut open again,
and your skin it burned against mine
It left an invisble mark that aches with the rhhytm of my heart,
Unevenly and quiet,
it matches to the beat of the voodoo drum,
it slams against my skin,
if it is mine at all.
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