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Feb 2014
His cold hand brushed up against my skin.
My cries subsided, the ocean calmed
It seemed like so many nights ago we fell in love

A gaze for a slap
A kiss for a punch
It was a beating well deserved

Thrusting onto the bed
Crumbling against a wall
Me Screaming through it all

His eyes were so warm and kind, both filled with desire
One for love
The other for blood

He then knelt down by my side
His words soft and reassuring
Another intricate lie to believe

His voice would rock me, eventually breaking me at the core
The waves would then rise
Crashing onto my battered shore

I should swim away
I must free myself
My heart longs for refuge

But I stay in his arms, slowly suffocating in his grip
There are few good men in the world
And this time I played for keeps
Written by
Joanne Berger
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