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Jun 2013
The knives were an inviting buffet of loathing
Their mirrored edges filing away at her inhibition
Until with a savage yell of fear
She picked each instrument up
stabbing and stabbing
Forming a heart of knives, heart of pain, in the wooden countertop
Screaming Wallflower
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Screaming Wallflower  between dreams
(between dreams)   
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   Joe
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