I could slit a thousand wrists
With these razor lined lips
As a venomous tongue laps and licks
The wounds inflicted with my kiss
Sentences like spools of razor wire wound
Tensed and tightened making a twanging sound
Lain out like traps a foot off the ground
Slashing calves leaving gashes as the blood pools 'round.
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