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