The Dagger
The dagger of malice misses my heart
I was born misarranged.
I withold nothinng
is this yet enough, I put the power in your hang? Handle and blade O
--- is so palpable now, this is exactly what you want, you tremble with desire So
to take the thing you cannot create, and feel elected for this cause O
Of self, stab it now
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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