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Knives (Free verse) by SwiftFox There is a shelf in my mind,
it's there just for you.
Upon it sit a thousand knives,
gleaming bright with blood.
The blood is mine,
the knives are yours.
The knives of words,
the knives of lies,
the knives of hate.
The knives you drive into me,
to make yourself feel better.
Beware my Princess,
knives can go both ways.
Up the ladder:
The Mortician: Scourge of the pen.
Down the ladder:
Life and Love
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Posted: November 10, 2004 4:41 PM PST; Last modified: November 10, 2004 4:41 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.0 Overall Rank: 7605 Comments:
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sliver @ 63.190.80.133
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10-Nov-04/11:15 PM
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It's a good thought,Really good. But I think you should think it through further. Expand, expound, eh?
INSIPID I like the part where Princess pops in.
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