Because of You

June 22, 2008
I see your smirk in every smile I pass, I sense you behind every set of eyes that ever glance in my direction. My words are used just as my skin is; the skin that you’ve touched. I’m filthy with your fingerprints…fingerprints that are too deep to wash off. Your hands have molded my soul, my heart, my mind in its entirety into being completely absorbed in the thought of you.

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