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Blood of a Blade

Stroking the blade like your lover
Dancing a tune only you can hear
Ignoring the sounds of those around
Listening to the only one who really
Matters the one that has been there through death and love
And as pain killed your love
Every drop slowly falling off
The blade falling onto the blood
Soaked floor
Your prints entwined in a pattern as you dance in His blood
And yours as your blades continues to drop Blood.
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Published: 3/16/2007
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