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A Broken Record
but no one uses records anymore
Monday, May 8, 2017
Buried
I don't know how to ask you
To not touch me tonight
When it seems it's all you want to do
But my skin is screaming
With imprints from my past
And every time your skin grazes one
I feel a piece of myself
Die.
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