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Mar 12
Harsh stabs in my throat.
I let them slice through.
Your words cut me sometimes,
but I let them go for you.

I wonder why I always tiptoe,
why I swallow my tongue,
like I swallow food.
Why I abandon myself,
to enjoy the pleasures of you.
Selma
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Selma  somewhere in europe
(somewhere in europe)   
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