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Beneath you

I bite my tongue
until it bleeds
and the crimson
rusting taste
floods my mouth
how is it you can
make me your
verbal punching bag
but I still say nothing.
The words form but do
not leave my lips
maybe it is fear
or maybe I enjoy
the masochistic
butching of my being

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something I've been thinking about for a week or two

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