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Click Clack Click Click Click The butterfly knife handle is smooth against my palm, Worn down through years of ownership and use. Click Clack Click Click Clack Curtis Stirgers is telling me the story of Poor Ol' John, My mind is at peace, And my thoughts are clear. Click Click Clack Click Clack I can see the flashes of steel, Sending off glints of light out in the darkened room, I'm mostly zoned out, A quasi-zen state in this dance of blade and flesh, A Balisong Ballet. Click Clack Click Click Click
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May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 3:19 AM UTC
Butterfly
Click Clack Click Click Click The butterfly knife handle is smooth against my palm, Worn down through years of ownership and use. Click Clack Click Click Clack Curtis Stirgers is telling me the story of Poor Ol' John, My mind is at peace, And my thoughts are clear. Click Click Clack Click Clack I can see the flashes of steel, Sending off glints of light out in the darkened room, I'm mostly zoned out, A quasi-zen state in this dance of blade and flesh, A Balisong Ballet. Click Clack Click Click Click
Found my old blade. Was listening to Curtis Stigers & The Forest Rangers- John The Revelator.
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TheBassist
31/M/Ohio
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 3:19 AM UTC
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