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Wounds Of Pleasure

Pressed upon the edge of my wrist.
The feeling of pain that's pleasurable.
There's an enjoyment from this torture.
It's getting to be too much to handle.
The slice of the blade I grasp.
Dripping red from fingers to wrist.
This pleasure is going away too soon.
Tomorrow my wounds will bleed again.