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Submitted:Mar 6, 2012 Reads: 10 Comments: 1 Likes: 0
I dare you to stand
As I cut your knee
Reach for safe land
As I pity your flee
Wipe away tears
As I bathe in blood
I relish your fears
A deadly sick flood
You kiss my hand
But I feel no shame
On my gleaming band
You've yourself to blame
Scream while no one hears
Sweat sticks like mud
I return your leers
But keep the blood
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