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Andrew Kerklaan Dec 2018
I always give the best advice...  Away
.
Never to me.

Never to keep.

It all goes away
Death-throws Jun 2015
She made me ,you know.
Remove blades from their housings
And sheath my soul.
Drive knifes and daggers into her back.
Part the flesh from bone.
Coward she cried. But gritting her teath for more
Shed lie here on on my bed. Or sprawled across the floor
Shed block my paths out.
My routes through the doors
She would make me harm herself
When she couldn't any more

— The End —