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As a Cannibal should

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I fed you me, laid myself down, I let it all go. Piece by piece,  I sawed away chunks of me, to you.  I let my flesh fall, for you to see more;  with your hands, I begged you to fearlessly tear into this raw, this deep, this me. Paper thin, I sliced me down to size, to zero, for in your eyes, I was large. Then I ground myself up into dust,  so you could drink, these aches, I set aside for you,  with every sip, I thought, now we are becoming, this is us.
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In the dumps

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Well here goes retrospect when a man gets into your soul, there is no looking back, like tossing, turning, feinding for that wildn out, like staring at the clock, when the work is piling up, like waiting on that text, getting pinned up against the wall, well tossed, wide open, eyes rolled back, the money is low, happy? you stay close eyed, wrapped in dark limbs, making sacrifices. When a man gets into your soul the other woman comes out, the misery starts like watching pages, checking messages reading micro expressions just to be sure, praying... With the sole all gone, here you go rocking in circles, screeching for whys, all these sacrifices, have you looking crazy, like the stink from this hangover, you got to clean up, you got to shake the fuckery, show up with different strokes, you got to live, and make better sacrifices.
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Sometimes

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Sometimes she grows a pair, shades skin glows evolves Most of the times she is left behind sparring old hurts wondering why...
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Dry

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Your words burn just as the heavens scorch the earth I am left with scabs full wells of salt where the tears fell.
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Middle ground

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Can I breathe? Are you present? Can you relate? How much longer can you wait? I can go! You have to release... I can't stay, You too must go We have to go somewhere... You, just can't stay here anymore.
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Moth

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My delicate love, you don't know how it is to be close to you My fragile peace, I know. For you could be chaos, kettle black in your charm, I am saturated. My puppe, You walk my dreams, You don't know how it is to love you Even with angry eyes behind us, their wagging tongues their threats to my freedom in your abandon, I live I am drawn.
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