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Dec 2014
corrupt me--
through judgement
slicing through my
naked flesh,
and expensive
machinery
around my neck;

remind me--
of every insecurity
until it engraves into
my conscience
and scars blur hope
the future brings.

defeat me--
for I am small;
vulnerable and a prisoner
to those words
stamped onto my arched neck
with your shoe.
A confrontation of society and the power of words --when used to dominate over another.
Aria of Midnight
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Aria of Midnight
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   Paris Elizabeth and blythe
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