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Pit
I want to cuddle in a puddle of my own rich blood
Watch the level rise
As my shell gives way to deflation
Please God,
Eat the light from my eyes
Why can't I have the peace of not existing?
A cluster of thorns
Whose only talent is to hurt
The one he desires to be close with
Published 1st Jun 2011
| Edited 3rd Jun 2011
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1st Jun 2011 3:12am
3rd Jun 2011 8:16pm
...You make it so that we can feel it with you
the pains from life can become our art and from that,.
..a beautiful release
