The deepest of cuts is made from the trusted one’s blade
a shiv you’ve honed to a keen and precise perfection
then throw your salted words in the wound you’ve made
returned to its sheath to await your next call to cruelty
as my sorrow lays buried beneath the scars of deception
my heart knows the touch of your blade and my soul its lies
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Author:
gramann001 (
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- Category: Sad
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