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Knives

Member since 2004 · Posted 10 Nov 2004 · 2 comments

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.

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[7] sliver 10-Nov-04/11:15 PM Reply
It's a good thought,Really good. But I think you should think it through further. Expand, expound, eh?
[n/a] deleted user 13-Nov-04/11:01 AM Reply
INSIPID I like the part where Princess pops in.