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By RebeccaBeth_88 Date: 2009 Nov 17 Comment on this Work [[2009.11.17.23.31.32382]] |
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Sometimes I like to sit and count The bruises that you give me-- Different colors, different shapes, My fingers find them all over. But dispite all the colors And the shapes they take, And the way my fingers graze them, They still f'ing hurt. A little more to the left you bastard. |