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I line up the blade
against the chests
of those who left me jaded
make them digest
the stab of my rhyme
these wordy chimes
seem so sublime.

This knife, I wield
skillfully like a shield
across the heart
to prevent darts
from piercing me.

It’s a force
from the source
of the pain in my veins,
the sore in my core
it bleeds profusely
loosely based
on my past
sorrow so vast.