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The Intimacy of a Knife
The way you trace the outline of my mouth with your tongue
Is not unlike
The intimacy of a knife
A clogged rig full of blood
Lying next to a butcher knife on the bathroom sink
As intimate as the bruises left by another August
I remember hollow voices like threats whispered through an old tin can
You weren’t even thought of yet
You were as real as the voices
Is not unlike
The intimacy of a knife
A clogged rig full of blood
Lying next to a butcher knife on the bathroom sink
As intimate as the bruises left by another August
I remember hollow voices like threats whispered through an old tin can
You weren’t even thought of yet
You were as real as the voices
Published 15th Dec 2019
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24th Dec 2019 3:45am
I like your metaphors but I think it could be longer to fully bleend the metaphors
24th Dec 2019 6:51pm
24th Dec 2019 9:33pm
25th Dec 2019 5:33am
I've been playing guitar for over 20 years(i am 32) and I went to college for audio recording and production.Not to sound boastful,but yes I think I do
25th Dec 2019 5:33am
