Incy Wincy Razor Poem by Kirstie Duekett

Incy Wincy Razor



Incy, wincy, razor,
slice upon my arm,
out let the blood rush leave me sitting in harm.

Then comes a tear falling down my check,
incy, wincy, razor, everything feels so bleak.

you fill me up with good pain,
so tomorrow ill see you again....

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Kirstie Duekett

Kirstie Duekett

Perth Western Australia
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