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Aug 2010
Ugly lashings on my skin,
still fresh from within.
It bleeds and painfully burns,
I taste it with scorn.
Little bones break with a snap,
unbearable crunch.
I limp away with boldness,
laughing with such craze.
She whispers her sweetest lines,
nasty evil lies!
Some test for my sanity,
my great agony.
(c) Montes1275*2010
Maximilian Montes
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Maximilian Montes
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