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My blade
They think they're so sharp,
Yet they can't even get under our skin.
Let's roll the dice and lick our wounds,
And give a toast to criticism.
It's short n sweet
But enough to make you full.
I draw my words so quickly,
My blade makes you dull.
Yet they can't even get under our skin.
Let's roll the dice and lick our wounds,
And give a toast to criticism.
It's short n sweet
But enough to make you full.
I draw my words so quickly,
My blade makes you dull.
Published 20th Jan 2014
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