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Jan 2012
I kicked and screamed my way out of your grip.

(You frustrate me no end.)

I hope that one day your razor slips.

(You were never my friend.)

I want to see your blood drip.

(Your heads broken. It won't mend.)

Enough blood will flow to sink a ship.

(Your madness is without end.)
This poem is a mess.
mads
Written by
mads  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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