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 Apr 2020 idkanymore
Rupert Pip
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 Apr 2020 idkanymore
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
I wrote poetry to forget you;
But why does it hurt me further?

— The End —