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Mar 2021
help me understand
sit me on that chair and pierce my ******* with your metallic stinging clamps
bite down until my holes are seen
rip them off blood and an under layer of my bleeding red muscles
hooks pierce my eye lids sideways
scars growing as land splits into two
skull cracked and etched
beat me with your baseball bat home run
i told my self i wouldn't write one of these but i chose to
it isn't emotion
Written by
Yazad Tafti  23/Two-Spirit/volcano fun land
(23/Two-Spirit/volcano fun land)   
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   MS Anjaan
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