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as she rose from hinterland
as she rose from hinterland
i felt the knife against my hand
the blood that yearned to flow
my heart oh how it yearned to go
as i lay my chest exposed
she thrust the blade my breast imposed
and gave a rose its final rest
lest hell to be its final test
i felt the knife against my hand
the blood that yearned to flow
my heart oh how it yearned to go
as i lay my chest exposed
she thrust the blade my breast imposed
and gave a rose its final rest
lest hell to be its final test
Published 19th Dec 2012
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