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Sep 2013
your teeth are razors
gentle razors sliding over a galaxy of me
neck and fingers and chest
knees shoulders back stomach lips nose ears cheeks


you could **** me you know
with those gentle razors stuck in your skull


cut me open and pull me apart
spill me on the floor
DH
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   Eliza
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