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Please Hurt Me

I told him about this dream I had
where an empty man
trapped me in a trap
with some hot knot of lies
and choked me choked me until I died.
"I've had the same dream,"
he said in sad words.
Well no, not exactly.
He almost said that
but instead he frowned
and put his hands around my neck.
My lips pouted open,
but didn't make a sound.
All I could do was blink, shiver,
watch him make a big smile,
and it didn't hurt at all.

27 Mar 07

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