Her Touch

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Violence flowed through

my hollowed insides;

 

I couldn’t wait for her to come.

 

I bit my tongue

clawed my skin

kicked my shin

 

and she came.

 

I felt her harsh embrace upon me.

My body roared and battled

against her.

 

But my desperate mind

and tormented soul

had never been clear

unless she was here.

 

I thus was my relationship 

with pain.

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