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smight with might

i twist and i curl
as i hurl
my fists and my wrists
contort
as i extort
my emmotions

my sacrifice
is life
i am ripe with
built up anger
             stranger
to myself

so i bend my back
and twist my spine
and my blood flows
like a good red wine
Written by nagasaki (pittyfulmind)
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