fvck 2

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knees must be broken
to kneel
vitriolic and gnarled
like a crucifix
of bone
you've tied to a whip

worn knuckles
wormed stomach
hatred in a heart
stored and keeps
temperature steady

fuck you.
fuck my calmed thighs.
quit breaking me down

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