Gouging My Flesh
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James McLain
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The razor does not gouge out my flesh.
It's only thin their as it cuts.
Even through the slice pried apart.
I become hard at the hair you pull out.
Your crying has stopped taste my blood.
While my flesh is torn apart at the hip.
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