NONE...This poem I did for class

by Chevy   Aug 31, 2006


Slowly cleaning
the blade of my end
placing it close then
against my skin

the blade of my end
feels cold against my skin
right before slicing in it

feels cold
and dead
right before slicing in it
quivers with the shake of my hand

the blood flows after
placing it close then
to my skin
slowly cleaning

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