Dust
By gingeresque
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dust, you're breathing into me
and it hurts too much to bear
stop shouting,
your words are bruising me
your fingers are in my hair
you taunt me with your arrogance
I long to scratch out your eyes
but your cruel lips are too quick for me
they leave me paralyzed
your eyes are made in Japan
your skin is china white
my blood runs red as India
everytime you hold me tight
I try but I can't escape
because you won't let me go
there's a chain around my ankle
but your eyes, they love me so
you make me cut my wrists
you make me kiss the sky
dust, you love to hate me
and yet you won't tell me why
I let you cut me open
I let you take your share
dust, you're breathing into me
and it hurts too much to bear
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