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blak dahlia

graphically subtle
at this point
could mean trouble
but you are bound to get burned
when you dance
with the devil
the smoke!
smells like flesh
on hot metal
like iron
when it sears
against the skin
her screams
were so loud
twas hard to hear
above the din
can't believe i found her
you should see the way i bound her
like a sacrifice to sin
left along the ground
and shifted all around
and left with a jester's evil grin
Written by elijawalker
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