Suffering
Slowly tangle all my veins, wrapped in crimson kisses, Caress with gentle needles through the sinnue of my pieces, Inject all your utterings, of "dear, "my love" and "darling", Infecting to the bones to leave its scraping and its scarring. Then leave, in just a second, your echo down the hall, I now own only suffering, the pain of your withdrawal.
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Broken.
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