Small, simple, safe price
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my
regrets
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and
heals
And I am not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and
fight.
I want the pain of payment
What's left, but a section of pigmy size
cuts
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks
Would you be my
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