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Jan 2013
I died 100 times
By your side

35 ribcage wounds
My hearts not easily found.

5 stomach slashes,
I never ate your fear.

2 severed wrists,
I bled you stars.

8 ****** punctures,
I'm pretty now.

25 knives in the back,
25 shattered vertebra,
Spineless reflections, dear,
You've sculpted me,
I have become you.
mads
Written by
mads  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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