blood

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it drips from his lips 

flows from my wrists

falls from my eyes 

seeps from my thighs


self inflicted or accidental

torture or fun 


bleeding from my heart 

bleeding into his heart 

cuts deep but not deep enough


pain or luxury 

freedom or attention

it binds us to our beds

it binds us to the war

it binds us till our death


i do not need blood 

hear cut deeper for me

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