Retrain the knife.
The mind it sweeps,
The velveteen,
With focals deep.
So sweet, the lay,
The houred beats.
So cut the day,
Without retreats.
Now chase your bliss,
With lust for life.
With hit and miss:
Retrain the knife.
Aug 29, 2010
Aug 29, 2010 at 7:33 PM UTC
Retrain the knife.
The mind it sweeps,
The velveteen,
With focals deep.
So sweet, the lay,
The houred beats.
So cut the day,
Without retreats.
Now chase your bliss,
With lust for life.
With hit and miss:
Retrain the knife.
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