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Apr 2022
It's dark but I'm not alone
I can't see but I can feel the
Light shinning on my imperfections

I'm **** for the first time
I didn't want you to see me like this
Yet I let you

I'll bleed on your floor
I'll bleed at your feet
I'll bleed on the killing floor

Crack the whip on my back
All I wanted was for you to stop
But still, not to stop

My knees shook at the sight of matches
Are you to burn my ego alive
What would be left
Irving MacPherson
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