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I am sharp and dreaded Blood is dripping from me Not my blood, no Someone else's blood They use me for stabbing. I am sharp and hidden Under her pillow Like a gun Constantly firing Keeping her from sleeping. I am sharp and I like it Out of her reach Safely kept in your kitchen drawer Waiting for you to come home To slice her open again I am yours and I am vindictive. I am sharp and I am your words. F.Z.N
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Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
Sharp
I am sharp and dreaded Blood is dripping from me Not my blood, no Someone else's blood They use me for stabbing. I am sharp and hidden Under her pillow Like a gun Constantly firing Keeping her from sleeping. I am sharp and I like it Out of her reach Safely kept in your kitchen drawer Waiting for you to come home To slice her open again I am yours and I am vindictive. I am sharp and I am your words. F.Z.N
EleanorRigby
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Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
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