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pressure

kill me 
please 

i won’t tell a soul what you’ve done 
i  won’t let the love come undone

if the measure of price is trust 
let maggots breed 
let the sun crush my bones 

let me rot
lie in ruin 
go fallow 

leave me don’t leave me 

meet me in the middle 
that’s where i’ll be 

find my soft spot 
apply pressure 

let it rain 
let me rust. 

Posted 09/01/16
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