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Anali

Ode to Self Mutilation

Copyright Anali

How my tender white flesh
Trembles
Waiting for the fist pull of the
Blade
Across it. The boiling red hot
Blood
Dribbles out in warm trains of
Tears
How it makes me high
Knowing
That I can let go of my
Hurt
How my tender white flesh
Trembles
Waiting for the
Blade

 

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