the swipe
of the blade
as it slithers
across my wrist
the blood
that follows
the path
set ablaze
by the
vindictive knife
your eyes
still lost
in the darkness of ignorance
i turn back
and inhale
picking up the blade
for one last time
i once again
committ
this delicious sin
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