these days, i'm never sure whether my fingertips are black from dirty guitar strings, or bike grease
and whether a new hole will wear through my jeans in the knees or seat
whether my scabs will scar, like ghosts of an injury
the signs of usage creeping over my body
when i'm broken, i can be discarded
like an old chain holding onto its links
with broken fingers
and whether a new hole will wear through my jeans in the knees or seat
whether my scabs will scar, like ghosts of an injury
the signs of usage creeping over my body
when i'm broken, i can be discarded
like an old chain holding onto its links
with broken fingers
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