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Drowning in Red Juice of Love
August 15, 2014
When I were in love,
A year.5 hypnosis,
I was a locked room,
He broke his way through,
Permission not granted,
He was a burglar,
Sneaky and uncaught,
He stole everything I owned,
My security cameras broken,
No evidence.
I didn’t even know,
Not properly.
I read the words,
Of a hypnotized victim,
The burglar, a frequent visitor.
Stolen smiles.
Stolen freedom.
Stolen innocence.
Stolen confidence.
He grabbed the cherry in two,
Violent hands,
Squeezed,
Until it’s red juice,
Danced,
With the red juice on her wrists.
© Anonymous
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