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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.
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