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dealer
Author:
becquerel PM
imaginary damage has yet to be dealt, but i want it.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Words: 84 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-13-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3004933
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i want you to

damage me, laugh when

old black and white movies

play across my wide eyes, untangled lashes,

following your body, corpse, around the room as best i can

i try to find you with my eyes

but you pierced them, shocked me with your

nonexistent love

perhaps i was expecting too much

but still i

want you to

damage me, leave marks

and never let them

fade away

(bruises i want you to

help me keep, bleed to death

internally,

eternally.)

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