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May 2012
i've bent backwards until my face smashed into the dirt.
i've pulled my own teeth, gathering the blood into my palms.
and i've said it, i wrote it, i screamed it.
give me. give me. just give me.
your empty space sends me into walls.
your wordless dialogue causes rivers.
what now, darling?
i would burn my hair, kiss heart-shaped bruises.
give me. give me. just give me.
you've squirmed into my veins, an uncomfortable parasite.
forgive me or leave me.
i will run to you, but i cannot pretend.
it's not for sale.
i'm sorry, darling.
....but give me. give me.
just give me.
Amber S
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