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Dec 2013
grasp my soul
catch my breath
touch my rotten skin

& there lies a glistening blade
have it then slice my skin

or carve sweet-nothings
on the tip of my tongue
then throw rocks at my pretty mind

for the horrible pain you inflict
equates to treasured gold

well, at least you bothered

(c.s)
cs wondering
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cs wondering  F/Singapore
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