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Feb 2018
Why do you look at me
like that?
Despite the pain I cause you.
Am I your cyanide?
A cold shot to the head?

Why do you touch me
like that?
Carefully.
We look after our sharpest knives
with delicacy.
Written by
Sparky  19/F/UK
(19/F/UK)   
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