she is the other
side
of the pillow.
sharp
as a razors
edge,
clean
as an arrow
going
straight
through my
heart.
her tongue
is a sword
and i'm
bleeding
from head to
toe. i tread
gently
on her
thin ice
and i only know
half
of what
she wants me
to know.
side
of the pillow.
sharp
as a razors
edge,
clean
as an arrow
going
straight
through my
heart.
her tongue
is a sword
and i'm
bleeding
from head to
toe. i tread
gently
on her
thin ice
and i only know
half
of what
she wants me
to know.
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