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You sit gathered in Robes wielding knives From your sleeves; How determined are you? Did you agree this death Behind closed doors? Assassins in closets, Knives in their craws, A ****** of crows pecking A dying wolf's paws. How calm you lie While you hide the knife You used to slay me; How calm and sure. Did you hesitate To put me in the ground? Was it hard to push it in Without a sound?
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Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
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You sit gathered in Robes wielding knives From your sleeves; How determined are you? Did you agree this death Behind closed doors? Assassins in closets, Knives in their craws, A ****** of crows pecking A dying wolf's paws. How calm you lie While you hide the knife You used to slay me; How calm and sure. Did you hesitate To put me in the ground? Was it hard to push it in Without a sound?
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Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
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