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I've got the rip down just right The soft tear, grated misnomer Perforated here in my middle Like I was meant to come apart Out of view Hot with friction Hot with longing Kinetic energy Shredding Dividing The low sound of cutting construction paper Thick with each blade passing A sharp kiss Maybe Gripping like this The right tool for suicide in the wrong hands I have hands like those ******* I'm dissolving in a tear drop It never left the eye The sting feels like drowning Waterless and in pieces
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 9:10 AM UTC
Thin.
I've got the rip down just right The soft tear, grated misnomer Perforated here in my middle Like I was meant to come apart Out of view Hot with friction Hot with longing Kinetic energy Shredding Dividing The low sound of cutting construction paper Thick with each blade passing A sharp kiss Maybe Gripping like this The right tool for suicide in the wrong hands I have hands like those ******* I'm dissolving in a tear drop It never left the eye The sting feels like drowning Waterless and in pieces
Like paper.
mmildbeast
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mmildbeast
M/American
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 9:10 AM UTC
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