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It Hurts So Well

As thought turning the screws
Pain grips you inside
As though the needles
Prick your skin
And you can feel
That you're real

It hurts so well
As cold, as warm
As hungry
As nourishing
You're suffering
As if you were relishing it

As though you
Are nailed to the cross
As though they pour
Boiling slops all over you
And you can feel
That you're real

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