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Sep 2014
Your knuckles are ****** from the words spewing out
My face is bruised from the sentences they formed

Knives in my back after your fingers traced my spine
Poison in my mouth after our lips touched

I'm slowly dying from the wounds
While you get away with scratches

I'm better off dead
And you're better off alive
Leslie Fuentes
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