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Savage Are her incisors sharper than her tongue? (The tears hurt more, flow harder in the dark) Metal clinched, savoured, sweetsavagekiss Pale skin like wet ashes and powder snow Fresh across desolation; reopening old wounds Anew (stainivoryred) And she, permanent as the window dressing isn’t Ephemeral-dream eyes (shattered innocence eyes) The little girl ripped from childhood before her time Thrown to the rush of the world Impaled upon their sheaths and her sword Sweetsavagekiss Of razor bliss
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