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Aug 2016
Ink spilled from the needle tip
that slipped under my skin.
I didn't think, I didn't think,
it sinks in every time she cries.
I only suffered pin ****** and laser burns,
to her it stings continually
and sometimes stabs, stabs, stabs-
On those nights I want to take a knife
to the defiled flesh and cut like hell,
dig out the pigment, remove the skin,
but I can't, I can only say I'm sorry.
What worthless words,
stupid, worthless words
that can't do anything to ease her hurt.
She hurts, she hurts,
I'm the worst.
Daniel Magner 2016
Daniel Magner
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Daniel Magner
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