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cut scene
you were slow
butterfly
that fluttered
in the night
cold
in the street
debauched
you were a fighter
you were a bitch
what a toil
at night
warm (quiet)
in the street
pale (solid)
you were silver
you were pussy
that dictates
in the night
silk knife
in the street
that kills
Washed clothes
in the sheath
from this sidewalk...
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