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She was a kiss
And he was the harsh
Hiss
Of the whip
He used
To continually
Chop her
Into pieces
Of wet desperation
Over and over
She was torn apart
Only to be re-assembled
Eventually her edges
Wore out
The pieces of her past
No longer fit
She was broken in
And he was the harsh
Hiss
Of the whip
He used
To continually
Chop her
Into pieces
Of wet desperation
Over and over
She was torn apart
Only to be re-assembled
Eventually her edges
Wore out
The pieces of her past
No longer fit
She was broken in
Published 31st Aug 2016
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