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Her hands hold the knife Her mind holds her hands Her ego holds her mind Her soul holds her will to live The touch of her knife Only now it resides deep in her wounds Aching, she pulls on her life Around her she watches all those concerned Somehow she stays centred like the true Bull she is Soon enough she will drop the knife For her hands will get tired For her mind will go crazy For her ego will get bored For her soul is stronger than them all
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Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 8:25 AM UTC
ThE tOuch OF hEr KniFe
Her hands hold the knife Her mind holds her hands Her ego holds her mind Her soul holds her will to live The touch of her knife Only now it resides deep in her wounds Aching, she pulls on her life Around her she watches all those concerned Somehow she stays centred like the true Bull she is Soon enough she will drop the knife For her hands will get tired For her mind will go crazy For her ego will get bored For her soul is stronger than them all
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18/F/Australia
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 8:25 AM UTC
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