38: Razor Razor

38: Razor Razor

A Chapter by Apathy To Empathy

Razor Razor

Meet my wrist.

Razor Razor

Don't let me miss.

Razor Razor

Holiday cheer.

Razor Razor

Drink and on their rear.

Razor Razor

Blood let trickle.

Razor Razor

Am I a fickle?

Razor Razor

Don't you rust.

Razor Razor

You are a must.



© 2010 Apathy To Empathy


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