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Created on 3-26-07
Mystery
The knife was deep
but her hand was there
I couldn’t bear
to look
for it took
a brutal man
and a very steady hand
to do that
there was blood all over the mat
she sat wearing red
oh how do I dread
that scene of gore
to him she was nothing more
than an evened score
If she would have known that
She would have ripped her own heart out on that mat
But he did it steadily
And as calmly as before
See she was just an evened score
Because he got his ripped out before
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