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dried flower pity the one whose existence has become a dried flower whose need for control is so overwhelming that he must tear the flower from it's root and hang it upside down prematurely draining it of life so that it may *seem* alive forever jmct2000 |
edge
You caress my throat
with the razor's edge
whether it tickles
or stings
gives intense pleasure
or excruciating pain
titillates
or mutilates
depends upon
which...
way...
i...
move...
-JMcT 2000
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