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Tight, grasping, clenching, squeezing
Pain.
Dull, icy, throbbing scarlet
Pain.
Is it not enough
For blood to be coming
Where blood has no right to be,
That we must have this
Fierce, screaming, biting, pulsing
Eternal
Enduring
Everlasting
Neverending
Pain!
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When i first saw the title, this song went through my head:
Woman, talking about the woman, something something woman, gotta get the feeling of lloooove.
I think thats how it goes.
But the poem makes sense. Very painful, and distinct. Good stuff.
