as if they are precious
I collect the bruises you give me
and I hoard your curses and insults
and I gasp
..........drowning
..................without your scowl
.
your carressing fists
your stranglehold embrace
your poisoning breath as
you call me back -
"I love you
...................don't go"
so I stay
.
yes I have been oppressed but
we are both
the oppressors
.
.
.
(I'll fix this, I'll work this out)
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