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Masochists Our parts are burried In self-made pits We revisit in peril. To purge them, beginning, Would toil us too much, Too viable to carry. We must be sent, treading mountains, To tend to callouses Self-rooted  in the dirt. We retrieve them From earth to vent, Then tuck them back to fester. Our masochism feeds us. The afterglow of agony Is euphoria.
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Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 9:19 PM UTC
Masochists
Masochists Our parts are burried In self-made pits We revisit in peril. To purge them, beginning, Would toil us too much, Too viable to carry. We must be sent, treading mountains, To tend to callouses Self-rooted  in the dirt. We retrieve them From earth to vent, Then tuck them back to fester. Our masochism feeds us. The afterglow of agony Is euphoria.
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Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 9:19 PM UTC
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