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494 by Matto.

Published on February 2, 2012

Cross my heart and hope to die;
String a needle through my eyes.

Pierce my ears and split my tongue;
Wire my teeth through the gum.

Sew my skin, hip to hip;
String through every finger-tip.

Pull my arms between my thighs;
Bind hand to ankle and stitch the sides.

Flip me up–upside down;
Hang me six inches off the ground.

You can leave me there, balled and bound;
I’ll try hard not to make a sound.