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Feb 2014
Cuts hidden by garters.
Bruises hidden by pearls.
No one can tell what hair you're missing
if you put them in cute little curls.

But it's not a man at stake,
for it was you wielding the blade.
You did give him your heart for his words.
Indeed, what a nice little trade.

So when you're on the edge of your life,
because of a sinister night for two.
Just remember it's all your fault,
and jump when given the cue.
Jordin
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