Mirror in my hand

Gore and lust in the sand

Sanguine glossed hands

Images and symbols bleatflower

A gasp of fury and plead                                         Made to regret by mower

Scars and bruises from slit                                      Hands off from eyes with urge

Images screwed over and over                               My hands now merge

Boiling in pain yet sober                                           With the glass at the verge

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who does what she loves to do or at least tries to ....

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