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Dec 2012
Fifty lashes for your fear
A drop of blood for each tear
A broken bone to match your heart
No, four broken bones for your heart

My ****** back still won’t be worth
My lies, your hurt, my curse,
I’m cursed.
Written by
Camille  Toronto
(Toronto)   
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