V.S KnifeA Poem by BLitZeDMy knife challenged me to a game of chicken after i popped the last of my Riddlein in the corner fiddling with my pen thinking in riddles then slice slice goes the knife oh what a f*****g mess, you gada be kidding god damn blade always purposely missing veins right there, away hes chipping till he exposes it bare, old scars just re ripping i wish he would get to the point, im living on the edge the edge im reliving, the point im re-wishing its not a game of chance, its supposed to be the last mission shallow slash or a real close gash, only cry for attention
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1 Review Added on June 5, 2015 Last Updated on July 7, 2015 AuthorBLitZeDNew Jersey Devil, FLAbouti give them the plans i drew up with thoughts methodically calculated and so intricately placed , every outcome was accounted for and algebraically related. f*****g statistically graced, like .. more..Writing
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