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Jan 2017
bind my wrists in silk
tenderly tie me up
sweetly sharpen your knives
and don't hold your tongue

tell me you like me
tell me you see me
for who I am
and who I was meant to be.
gently create cuts in my skin,
and get to know what's inside
Aoife Teese
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