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Mercy Killer

My darkened eyes
Rest
In silent pity
Fingers
Tremble as I gaze
Look
At the wretch curled
In
The mirror weeping
Blood
And tears trace my figure
Knife
Held to my own throat
Hand
My own- clutching, loathing the
Weapon
Sliding softly and slowly
Let
My mercy set me free





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