April gill Poems

As I stare at this knife, I can picture in my head exactly what it will do as well as what I must make it do,
Why couldn't the knife come with a voodoo spell on it that would make it float up into the air, line up with to where my heart continues to will be ofpainfully beat.
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So many ways, I've thought about it, for so many years I've tasted it,
How will I succeed and which way to do so, not painfull of course, im in enough pain as it is.
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