Chopping Block Read Count : 9

Category : Poems

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Every night you come and call.
I hack away, my insides do I bring.
Ribs, chest, and back hurt the next day.
This pain goes on and on.
As hot and cold flashes bend me your way.
You bring in your horrible ways,
Each night to my knees I’m pushed.
This chopping block the last gift you gave!

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