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Dec 2014
Pulled around,
pulled apart.

Bend your knees,
form a knot.

I'm gonna
sleep
in your wreckage
tonight.

Gonna twist
your elbows
and dye your pleasures and fears
the same
color.

I'm gonna
tie your hair
to the bed post,
gonna **** out your soul
through your mouth.

So part your lips a little more.
Part your legs a little more.

Pulled around,
pulled apart.

Bend your knees,
form a knot.

I'm gonna
rip out the pretty
and replace it with your sounds.

Gonna
tear away the fabric
surrounding your heart;
make you want to stay
when I let you go.

I'm going to strip you
of your curiosity.
I'm going to
make you unlearn language.

I'm going to hurt you.
I'm going to make you want to bleed.
I'm going to spit my name into your mouth.

I'm going to love you raw.

Pulled around,
pulled apart.
Bend your knees,
form a knot.
Keep it tight,
don't let go.
I'm almost done,

10 more to go.
Dante
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Dante  26/Non-binary/Connecticut
(26/Non-binary/Connecticut)   
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     Zachary Vance
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