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And can you feel his love
on your bruised body
do you like the taste of your own blood
when he bites your mouth
do you like the air he breathes
into your chest
of cigarettes, and profanities
the smell of alcohol
when he takes off your panties
do you like the weight of his legs
strapping your belly to the bed
   the wet pillows that welcome your tears
do you like his fists
clenching at your back
his anger, pumping through you who made you
his love, fool you
wanting this way