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"Friction"

O, burn me with sandpapered tongue;

I feel your biting words tear flesh.

Help me forget what I’ve become,

And hush these voices in my head.

O, cut me with straight-razored spite;

I beg thee - bleed me of myself.

Etch on my skin, with sharpened knife,

Reminders of this emptied shell.

O, choke me with this painful lust;

Spit upon my exposéd heart.

Unburden me - do what you must -

To use me for your wayward art.

I loathe your gaze, but you alone

Intoxicate my sobered soul.

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