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Bruises
Cover me in bruises,
Take your fist
To my flesh,
Over and over again,
Like knives to a cutting board.
I want to see the
Colors dance
On my eyelids
And down the riffs
Of my spine.
Draw a map
In grape colored ink,
Spark the rivers
In my veins.
I want to hurt.
Color me in bruises.
Take your fist
To my flesh,
Over and over again,
Like knives to a cutting board.
I want to see the
Colors dance
On my eyelids
And down the riffs
Of my spine.
Draw a map
In grape colored ink,
Spark the rivers
In my veins.
I want to hurt.
Color me in bruises.
Published 26th Jun 2014
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