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This isn’t just about typos, tapes, staples and pencils, is it, Hunnybee?
I wrote your initials on each of my scars, so I’d remember that pain doesn’t own me anymore. There is fire in my veins now. Candy in my kiss again, my lips soft, for when we next meet, and my hands are heavy with jewellery and fidelity, nailed to your desk, to show my devotion.…
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I’ve Been To The Doctor, and Ignored Everything He Said
So, It was you. You, who never left, leaking emotions by my side, burrowing inside me, breaking me until I have no choice but submission. You, who never left, latching on, lashing out, leaking emotion, in a confusing cycle, until everyone else leaves, and it’s just you and me. You. Me. You ask me, with…