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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
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