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By Star of David Date: 2018 May 23 Comment on this Work [[2018.05.23.09.29.8908]] |
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sitting on your bed watching you dress the sound of rain around us falling heavy, a premonition you turn your head sideways, slowly they emerge those knives, four long stripes whose fingernails raked your skin? why haven't they gone all the way in? dug deep into throat, ripped out jugular? let you bleed, die, spare me this sight? she has you by the throat you have me by the heart |