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Blueskye27

Published: Feb 6, 2009

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Literature Text

take back
your pretty love
words

tuck them
under your
tongue

kiss me
until my lips bloom
with bruises

scrape me raw
with your
blistering skin

and scratch
this itch until
it bleeds

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