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You placed your hands on my throat
And I felt so weak and small.
It hurt a little, it hurt a lot,
But I didn’t mind at all.

You pushed your fingers in my bones.
But I loved this secret violence.
And the screams turned into moans.
And the moans turned into silence.

You came in like a polished breath,
Transformed into the death and worry.
And I miss your every kiss,
And I’ll never say I’m sorry.