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Sep 2015
He doesn't quit
Until his knuckles are numb
Or his arms become to heavy to lift
Bruised and swollen
He stands over her, panting  
Like a predator
After a long chase of its prey
His fist are Bone breakers
And he keeps her in place with these
To afraid she doesn't leave
He hit so she will behave
Harder just in case she becomes to brave
When he's drunk his fist cascade down upon her
Until her ribs sing
She ***** up and take blow for blow
Until finally
She's gifted unconsciousness
From the transactions of his fist
Written by
devante moore  24/M
(24/M)   
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