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The Murder
The Murder
from the early notebook
O
de to double-bladed razors,
Song to eager lightning tazers,
Blood that sprays unholy far,
When knife meets lower left lumbar,
Flesh emits vivacious steam,
This is what at night I dream.
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shadowshining · poems by ethank