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Jun 2015
On days with no work
It dripped not a drop
of spectral blood

It didn't drink
Light like a
Demons eye

If I held my ear
To the blade
I couldn't hear penitent pleas

I was rather disappointed
With the headsman ax
It could've been
A lumberjack's ax.
mikecccc
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