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Oct 2017
Not my words, but my actions
The cherry picked ones
You squeeze in your hands
Stretching until they
!BURST!
Oozing through your knuckles
Splattering across your chest
RED! Self confirmation
That I wounded you
Stumblebum Fumbletongue
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