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i'd like to rip out a chunk of each of you tantalizingly slow, i'll dig my dirt crusted finger tips into your flesh never breaking eye contact as one after the other you squirm and beg for mercy i'll take needles, thick and crusted with rust, and piece together a patchwork of my broken hearts watch as all of the things i miss most become one i'll stare at my conglomerate of lovers and will find myself swooning the way i often do over all of you, only this time i won't fear the cavernous plunge to come how could the most beautiful pieces of all the men i've ever loved scorn me? i'll just have to put up with the stench of decomposition
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May 17, 2012
May 17, 2012 at 9:23 PM UTC
break down, build up
i'd like to rip out a chunk of each of you tantalizingly slow, i'll dig my dirt crusted finger tips into your flesh never breaking eye contact as one after the other you squirm and beg for mercy i'll take needles, thick and crusted with rust, and piece together a patchwork of my broken hearts watch as all of the things i miss most become one i'll stare at my conglomerate of lovers and will find myself swooning the way i often do over all of you, only this time i won't fear the cavernous plunge to come how could the most beautiful pieces of all the men i've ever loved scorn me? i'll just have to put up with the stench of decomposition
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May 17, 2012
May 17, 2012 at 9:23 PM UTC
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