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Back Stab
Folder:
A Little Black Book
From you I have secrets
many to keep
a worm that digs too deep
and a smile that fits the dagger
In surface I tended and bowed
folded
let you wear the crown
and believed every sound and syllable
To death and to it’s mighty grasp
the white sting
a red bath
and eyes too wide for the socket
I do
wholly for you
I close those ugly few
and smile the stain of it’s dagger
