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Slowly the thin blade sliced her ivory skin I watched filled with impotence and fear I reach for her She pulls away and curses me "Baby." I speak plainly as a thin river of red rolls down her arm I shake I cry Her rage turned inward carves another slice I grab the blade and hold her arms In that moment, her eyes met mine I knew She knew "Please?" I beg her I am refused as she turns from me leaving small drops of rose red on the pavement like small kisses goodbye Written 9/2/2013