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Knife

Member since 2003 · Posted 29 May 2003 · 3 comments

Knife That knife you have Cuts so deep But I didn't know it Would cut me I was nieve when I believed you When you said You would never leave You lied to me When I asked Do you love me The knife was rusted When I touched it The cut grew infected When you tried to heal it I grow weak As you grow strong Its the way you wanted It to be When I try to heal You come back again Your always looking For a medician ease your mind You shed my blood To clear your mind And when your done You leave me Bleeding on the ground And you stop coming around

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[9] Robert K Foster 29-May-03/10:30 AM Reply
what is a medician?
Otherwise I liked it. somewhat sexual, somewhat angst-ridden.
[n/a] <~> 29-May-03/10:47 AM Reply
YOU were nieve?
[n/a] deleted user › <~> 29-May-03/2:08 PM Reply
nieve - spanish for "ice cream"