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Aug 2013
You fire me then cool me, shaping me like clay,
yet all the while your apathy
leaves me trampled where I lay.

(do you care at all?)

You break my bones then fix then, as if you care for me,
yet all the while
you carry on as casual as can be.

(do you care at all?)

You strip me down then cast me off, and this is all my fault,
I can't read your mind or face,
so in my wounds goes salt.

(do you care at all?)

One half wants to slit your throat, when you tear me into two
yet all the while
the other half would hate to worry you

*(do you care at all?)
R Ryumka
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R Ryumka  england
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