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Razor Deep
It's cold against my skin,
and the ridges tear deep;
I pull it back & forth,
until the stream hits the floor;
The harder I thrust,
the darker the blood;
The sharper the blade,
the easier the cut
and the ridges tear deep;
I pull it back & forth,
until the stream hits the floor;
The harder I thrust,
the darker the blood;
The sharper the blade,
the easier the cut
Published 26th May 2010
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