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the ropes that bind me
tear the flesh that you
painstakingly worked to heal
and yet the sores stay gaping.

the ropes you cut me down from
time and time again
are there to hang again.

tight and burning, 
friction from love
bound here by desires
thata rent even known.

how can it be what this is
if it's nothing you were ever shown
but there it is
on the floor
step on it some more.

why i count on you to unbind me
from my lies i cannot understand
i wish not for
the sacrifice of you..
i would be your sacrifice
i'd give it all up
just to see you smile
and really mean it.

xoxo
Ellie J



Posted: 2006-06-01 01:41:45 UTC

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