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| "TO SLIT YOUR--" |
You
destroyed it,
You burnt it
To the ground--
My glass
menagerie
You
came
All masculine
And brutish
You
uttered
Words of roses
Bewitching words
You
stole
and harassed
You,
My
torturer--
You!
And
all these--
Because of my
Fake world
I rejected you
Usurper!
My
blood is soaking
The carpet
Yet,
I
hid well
The razor
In my fists.
To
slit your--
~A
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