Abuse

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You prick me
Any number of times

I bleed every time..
You grow sharper..

The pain and blood
wrings out a verse..

that caress my soul..

Every time you prick
And I shed a drop of red
You ask
Ain’t I sharp?
I smile.

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I am a freelance writer. I write what comes to my mind.

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