Knives and blades all the same
One slash, two slashes, three slashes your all up in flames
Eager to hunt, eager to kill
One push into the rain, I start to become ill
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I have such a different view of bound wrists that initially, my own view imposed on and frustrated the words of this poem. But as I stepped out and tried to read it fresh, I began to enjoy and appreciate its words on their own right.
Peace,
L&T
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I have such a different view of bound wrists that initially, my own view imposed on and frustrated the words of this poem. But as I stepped out and tried to read it fresh, I began to enjoy and appreciate its words on their own right. Peace, L&T