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He Loves His Blade
Contributed by
Dri
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Monday, 29th November 2004 @ 02:06:36 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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I wonder what he is thinking blade into pale flesh, sinking pursed lips, dialated eyes blood like sunset, irises like skies the blade, I see, his hands are gripping into that blessed insanity he is slipping to wait and watch, to meekly die does he know how much i cry? when I see skin, tourtured at simple whim i wonder if he knows how much i love him he says he knows, it's just not enough when his body is filled with that coal-black stuff but now I realize, now I see he loves that blade more than he loves me
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Re: He Loves His Blade
(User Rating: 1 ) by Doriens_Picture on
Monday, 29th November 2004 @ 03:46:46 PM AEST (User
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no one can love the blade more than you
though right now i can relate
wanting to cut my self again |
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