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Jun 2013
His great voice
Boomed with every word he spoke
"What do you love about me?"
He grabbed my slit wrists,
and my bruised neck.
"Nothing."
I spat out,
Looking into his eyes,
Over his lips,
Over his hands.
"Absolutely nothing."
Written by
Katelyn May
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