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Feb 2013
Your skin is so soft,
Only one pound of pressure to break it;
To watch the blood flow, (To watch your veins empty)
To paint you shades of red.
Would you do it if I asked?
If I begged prettily enough
Would you tear open your flesh
And let me watch
As the blood drips down your arms?
Marisa Kinnell
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