Heavy handed, hard and blunt,
Viciously seething, screams grieving kunt,
With Melting infant, worn by sleeve,
Self loathe for bleeding, no! GROW & grieve,
Tough love? I guess; too rough? tough shit!
Time's come, cord's cut
outgrown the tit,
My sorry little, love's much to watch
It's torn and pulsing pushing in
I'll not stop pushing til it's skinned
Now growing hate is growing same
If Hate me blame me's In your wake
Grow and give back in ur name. Opened raw kissed on blade
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Dominic Bucci
Just started writing and have no previous artistic accomplishment to speak of gonna open it up and let my “bio” ...become
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