<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=417801" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Colleen Says</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never, have I seen a boy with as many scars as you.<br>It's almost like they are an inherent nevus with roots linking your mind to your body, your history with this present moment, your hardships and armor.<br>I first noticed the one on your upper lip when we made love in the hall.<br>And, When I saw it, in my eyes, with secular clarity I felt a deep passion for you, and began searching the cosmos of your body for more blemishing marks. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They all spoke to me loudly some of childhood with your adventurous spirit getting into trouble, others of punishments inflicted by your father, some even spooked me tremendously, I imagined the struggles you have had, and all those constellations linked by a thread each scar with the histories, of great legends, each with its place as if without them your skin will loosen and you would unravel in my arms. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What I am trying to say is this, You wouldn't be complete without your scars.<br>The ones on your knuckles and over your eyes <br>The tiny bites down your neck, on your wrist, your ribs and your surgery scars.All of them! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even the one you have on the paw of your left foot, you thought couldn't find that one, my bear? how could I forget my favorite, I imagine you do sometimes, I see the memory of that one is particularly painful, and cannot blame you, I imagine you off your feet for weeks. or unaturally wandering with a slight limp. I want you to love me tenderly and completely. if only you could taste the dopamine in my saliva, youd know that those scars can be mended, taste my divertimento. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I want to trace the bulging veins on your arms which are like the rails connecting your memories to your scars like highways, freeways and expressways, I want to see your throbbing scars your throbbing sex I don't want to be afraid, and I want them to be mine. I guess all this means is that without you I would unravel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jerome+Moore">Jerome Moore</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=417801" data-title="Colleen Says de Jerome Moore" data-description="Never, have I seen a boy with as many scars as you. It's almost like they are an inherent nevus with roots linking your mind to your body, your history with this present moment, your hardships and armor. I first noticed the one on your upper lip w..."></div> </div> </div>

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