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fingerprints
i sleep in a salty sea, with words
and bodies that have stained my skin.
ghosts, some mine; others belonging
to someone else...
i felt them crumble against me.
inside me, a soft light was staggering.
i tore down stars from an apple tree,
with white fingerprints wherever i go.
this is so beautiful and melancholy... the imagery is incredible, i love your style... -Skylar