Your skin lingers on my fingers
As I trace the patterns on your back
Hanging slightly from your form
Your turquoise sun has faded
The ink runs from your skin
Less than welcome now
A celebration of freedom and naivety
Its meaning shifted
Sometime in the past
You toast to liberty and risk
Flaunting me in front of your friends
Confess after your fears of loneliness
Hanging between stability
And desire
You risk a lot for this
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