Deception

 

Only just recently, I realized how obscene it is. That we wear nothing on our hands, and that I've watched the bones and veins wind around each other in his palm,
and was supposed to feel nothing for it.
 
(Mitt inre för tillfället.
Känslorna, era fuckers).

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