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Sometimes, along with palms and the tips of fingers, they're longed to be kissed.
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are attached to arms
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020908
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unhinged
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i find that my right wrist has become a new planting ground, blank and expectant. there are still remanants of scabs and nice red lines. i think it will be a pretty garden when i'm through.
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knot me
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cut happy faces into them. because the whole world loves a smile.
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stork daddy
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were probably pretty cool. but once thumbs got here, they were just a means to an end.
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MollyCule
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she sees and tries to keep me from noticing that she's noticed, but a stare that returns to the same spot again and again is hard to overlook.
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devalis
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I crack mine all the time. Sean always thought it was the nastiest thing in the world. This I can understand. His wrists are the most beautiful I've ever seen. Exquisite. And who would ruin those by cracking them?
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crimson
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Tiny wrists.
He feared breaking them when they were in his hands, so fragile and small, so angry.
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misstree
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dress them in ribbons, let them have lives as hands do.
no one would guess what else ribbons can do.
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silentbob
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they hurt.
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icy
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staring at them, fascinated the first time i saw them perform such acrobatics so the hand could reach where it needed to...
but then, later, on one i noticed a scar, long and just a little crooked, very slightly jagged. i asked, and he told me, somewhat surprised that he hadn't before.
so beautiful and strong, but please don't use them against me.
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i want to remove the jumper that links "wrists" to "razor" by way of "cut"
but i can't find that fucking diagram
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ruecksprung
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it was last autumn probably. i was on the tube all unhappy and moody and sleepy and angry when i saw the bloody scars on the wrists of that young construction worker sitting next to me... scaring scars they were...
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krupt
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having some dark thoughts lately, dont know what to think, the previous cuts have healed leaving only faint scars of depression past. i have a new bain now, something that plagues me to no end, the though of her makes me want to trace my old scars deeper yet. last time it was for attention, this time its for real, i hope i dont hurt anyone... dont see how i could. hope she has a wonderful life...she just doesnt care anymore...
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"...I thought it would be easy, lying in the tub and seeing the redness flower from my wrists, flush after flush through the clear water, till I sank to sleep under a surf as gaudy as poppies.
But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, a whole lot harder to get at. "
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