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It drips
red. Specks drop from the blade,
polling to the ground. She sighs in relief.

Does she not know? Is she so vain?
What about the pain it causes me?

No one thinks about that, selfish and childish,
not able to face their fears head-on;
Go ahead.

Cower behind the blade.




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