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You run me through
hands soft, visceral
You teach me Revelations
we draw the six heads
together

I hate you.
and I know that I have to.
You have tied me up by the ankles
my skin is raw and ischemic
You leave my hands free
you like a good fight
And I did it just as you taught me,
I sucked it like a dirt devil
You lean against the door and
grin
bash me across the face
and you want me to tell you
how badly I like it

So I do.
Because I love you, my darling.

I always have.