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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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