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1d
Man
I‘m a man they said

calm and composed
For when I speak knives come out
cutting the air on its way

For my lips are a whestone
sharpening the blade these words are
whenever I speak my heart

For pain I carry is the dark obsidian
forming the edge
where I would fall from
Written by
Daksh  21/M/Philadelphia
(21/M/Philadelphia)   
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