Ink Ribbons
Thick Thighs
Scar the Flesh
With a Friendly
Painful Memory
Some don't feel It
Others Embrace
The Addict Skin Deep
*****
Mother's Blade
Makes contact
Only when Disrespect's made
Decides your Fate
The Mark She Leaves
Pales in comparison
For Her Tears
Cause much suffering
TISSUE WILL OPEN UP
Blood rushing
Decide now
When will the bleeding start again
When will it stop
When will it begin
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