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Aug 2014
Promise me you won’t stop screaming
if he tries to touch your thighs before
your raw and beating heart. And darling, even
when your ribs are thundering, head exploding
smoke and clouds, diamonds dripping salt,
please promise me you won’t give in--
I know they taught you not to pull a knife out
Of a stab wound, but if ever you feel
needles prickling up your neck, know that
goosebumps can also be caused by fear.
Amy Y
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