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4/11/2013
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I need black and blue all over you.
I need bruised lips and a pair of untied shoes.
I need to stop saying I need.
An empty platter on my table.
A knocking at my front door.
A family absent to feed.
A dog lying panting on my dining room floor.
I need nothing but something.
I want nobody but someone.
I feel numb smart and dumb.
I want to restart the first ending.
Chapter one is done.
Chapter two is skipped.
Chapter three is fun.
Chapter four is ripped.
Burn my hair, caress my chest.
More is fair, less is best.
Hot is cold, young is old.
Never too bold to make a boy cry.
Why I'm told.
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