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I need a break.

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OK, we're on the homestretch.

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This is "Scatterings Three."

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"I tell you about
the retaliation,

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the slapping ourselves
into submission.

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The razors, their
rust blood, how

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we would listen over and over
to the same pathetic songs.

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One woman leaned on a
kitchen counter in the dark,

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watching her
disembodied arm slam

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into crooked slivers of light.

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I have finally learned
the value of pain

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depends solely on the
ability to withstand

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the trembling seed of desire.

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Go try on normal people
our boring stories

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of self destruction, how
we turn our vengeance

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into chopping blocks with
our own heads on them.

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The jeweled swords fueled by
the innate strength for which

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we know no other purpose.

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Another woman darted room to
room behind closed blinds,

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convinced they waited
for her outside to steal

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her last wrong move,
her last gram of sanity.

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She was a ceramic doll holding
every empty protest she'd

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sucked up her nose on that
island called self hate,

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her fear conjured by her
own ragged breathing.

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But tell them please
of the girl who

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wanted to kneel down
with all her weapons

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cradled in her arms, who
finally knew that dying to it

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is what is all to it all
is what takes to survive.

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The knives she'd
used to persuade

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herself too dull for the task.

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Tell them about the way
stars in a desert dusk sky

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often become nothing more
than ice picks stabbing

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an already gasping heart."

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