this blade
brings relief
this blade
stops belief
with such a
sinuous tip
will make a
heinous rip
though the sea
of pale skin
like a shark's
dorsel fin
except its
upside down
like my world
full of clowns
this blade
will be the end
this blade
a message will send
but not yet
i'm not through
i'd still
like to chew
on this small
bit of light
that's not
marred by blight
my friend,
only you
can see
me through
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