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wreck my rough
You carry a heart loaded rifle of life upon your sore shoulders with bone and flesh.please hunt me so then I can be hunted and so I can rest in your arms cradled like a baby with a cut face crying salt.come here get rid of me wreck my rough so you can see the lighter of my soul what hinders my love for you so you must wreck my rough. So I can love you still, forever, no more.
Published 4th Mar 2016
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