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Summary:
The things we will endure

 

The blade becomes implausible to survival
sharpened against time’s compression
mixed with dust and sorrows
waiting on the lust in me
my blood shed at your doorstep
tip of the blade
till it’s deep inside
bite my lip until you taste it
then leave me here to die

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