S.B.S. insignificance
i am mine
riot act
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2008-02-13 2:29 p.m.
THE BUTCHER
I slowly bring the knife up to the throat lining it up like a pool shark there is no tearing as the knife is drawn across the skin the sign of a sharp blade blood leisurely flows from the wound as relaxed as a smoking gun and similar in its swirling I wonder what's for dinner as the bucket fills it's close to quitting time I wash my hands the knife returns to its home and so do I
old.
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