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My Tiger

February 11, 2013
By Anonymous

I sing myself
Consumed by fire and pierced by pain
The fierce desire, the anticipation
The happening, the situation, the scream
Stare at me that I have done the unforgiving
I have done that, that you never imagined or thought of
The crimson color mingles within my fingertips
My flesh stings, my eyes are lachrymose, my hands tremble with frigid sweat
Guilt? I feel nothing but pleasure if that's the question
The eyes that look upon me are not aware
Unaware
Singing to myself the tale of my ink



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