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RUSTY
Sticky, dirty, filled with grit
Gnarled and fraught with hurt
Tiny hallways filled with whispers
Hidden up her skirt
Don’t cheat yourself or make believe
She’s worthy of your heart
She’s only meat with teeth and bone
Not really very smart
She cuts her skin to drain the pain
That swells inside her heart
Fearing nothing else would do
To ease her rusty parts
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