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Wednesday, January 31, 2007

The Knife

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This is the knife holds my fears,
This is the knife that holds my tears.
This is the knife that I can not touch,
This is the knife that I fear too much.
This is the knife that is from my dream,
This is the knife that made me scream.
This is the knife that I fear,
This knife is very near.
This knife is what I'll use,
This is the knife I can not refuse.
This knife is my fear,
This is the knife that is here.
This is the knife that is in my hand,
This knife is where I stand.
This is the knife that will be used soon,
This is the knife that will shine in the full moon.
....This is the knife that will help me leave.
Mary Keat
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