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Feb 2011
If love were a knife, you'd be the harshest blade
Piercing my skin
Maiming my raw flesh
Rupturing my heart and mind with your honed blade of infatuation.
So I'm begging you; impale me
With your love,
Your lust
Anything
I'm just asking to be yours.
Sinead Anderson
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