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Breaking The Girl

In the cracks
Of the good girl
Armour the
Appetite flows
Through
Drawn up
From parched
Clay
How your beauty
Calls me
To mark it
Not with anger
But with the
Primal drive
To claim you
Feeling you
Beneath my
Hands
Made rough by
Passion
But made
Careful as
surgeons blade
Cutting away
Handled
Through the
Alchemy
Of passion
A paradox
That in being bound
Controlled
You
Are
Made
Free

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