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Jars

thelauramargamay

This battle I won’t win,

It is true,

But like thunder I roar on,

Skittish in the broken skies.

 

The writing is on the wall,

                              Un                                                        miss                                           able,

Like free love,

It makes me hungry

 

for a change.

For a fright.

For darkened eyes

And torn hands.

 

I think I'm addicted

to a certain kind of pain,

the kind that stings, cuts, grazes your shins.

 

I love the sensation of hurt

under my fingernails, hold it in,

I guess I'm just addicted

To you.

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