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Mar 2019
This dagger encased in my mouth
Disguised as a tongue
I do not want it
I do not want to continue to slice through the skin of those I love dearly
but it comes unsheathed
And wrecklessly massacres the ones I hold close
Iā€™m tired of seeing red
Iz
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