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Apr 2016
I've got to be a *******
I drag my bloodied body back home after each visit
Stitch together my mutilated tongue with each kiss
I've never cried but god help me I'm close to trying
Cold blooded fighting, I'm sorry
Void-less sleep, I see only light and misdirection
1,000 and 1 side roads and no map
I got more keys then I'll ever need but they all only open one door
I crawl back to you, on my knees, begging for a slap, a punch
A brutish reality to stop the unease
But your words are too sweet, they hurt my gums
The only metal you own is a shield, sacrifice your lungs to block me
******* you must be a *******
Cause you let me break my bones on your skin
Ruin you with each word
I'm sorry
Luna Craft
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