Thirty two

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I am thirty two,

Running from this place and you.

You will track my pace,

Potential homicidal case.

I am growing old,

Stitch and wash my skin threefold.

Caustic soda paste,

Make soaps from me and wash your face.

I am drowning inside,

Throw me a lifeboat and cut me wide.

You only get one chance,

String my bones and make them dance.

I am a blunt bayonet,

But I can still chop your neck.

You have a very fine taste,

Pity to let all this flesh go waste.


Abusive relationships. Enough said.

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