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The Knife Dance
Self mutilations are so beautiful in the ballroom.
The knife dances upon my skin.
with only I as its partner -
of course with a firm grip, I lead on.
With crimson footprints following us.
Now our dance has ended.
Down the forearm to the wrist
tears of joy run thick and red.
The knife dances upon my skin.
with only I as its partner -
of course with a firm grip, I lead on.
With crimson footprints following us.
Now our dance has ended.
Down the forearm to the wrist
tears of joy run thick and red.
Published 25th Jan 2020
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