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The used knife
Sharpened to a point
Shining with a glint
Deadly
It could race
Through your skin
Without one stop
Blood begins
Ready to dig
Deep and wide
But it needs your hand
As its guide
It's ready
"Let's go.."
But my hand
Is just too slow......
- by CaptnCuddles |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/09/2011 |
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- CaptnCuddles - 08/09/2011
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- FayteDragon - 08/09/2011
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I've felt this before, and I definitely can empathize. This poem, though it's quite short, hits me deep. And it's not bad that it's deep, any longer and it wouldn't be the same. I love it, 5/5
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