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Love until we bleed.

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Each drop, 

a thought,

a memory, 
a feeling, 

to be excised. 

barrier, boundary,

between me and the outside.

Why then, do I still tear it open? 

A decade of cutting away

dead flesh, cauterizing.

old scars ripped open over and over..

and still it is not enough..

Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse. 

FIN. 

 

 

 

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