4. Roughly

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Kill me with your cold indifference.

Then feel my skin, touch and stroke me however much you need.

Handle me roughly, bruise me and make me bleed.

Hold me tight in your embrace.

And don't let you me escape,
until you hear me scream.

Making sure I'm burning, that I'm hurting.

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