Silhouettes Maigc 9
You tried to rape my pockets,
saw everything but my citrine.
Two feet away is as good as it gets,
do not try and approach me.
I urge you not to place bets,
I’m wielding a black tourmaline dagger.
It could cut out your eye sockets
leaving a line sleek and clean.
Mind your manners and the silhouettes.
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