[the sweet idea of violence]

Your hands straining my neck

retching me, causing my death

I just hear your breath

leaving thin skin all deaf

The sound of your voice

left me no choice

and I´m going down

where I´m about to drown

in all these vicious words

that nurture all my hurts

you stab me with your hands

to see how my repression ends

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