We walked on glass all day long, with eyes rolled back
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it came with smiles, it came with gestures, and it came with motives.
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Investing flowers in one hand and a blade in the other,
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This is between me and this blade, and my heart.
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Distributing the rusty knives in these countless attractive letters
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with a directional diagram of a guilty heart.
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"Insert knife here."
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Lack of thought on this subject has attested catastrophic.
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Come one, come all, introduce knife to heart.
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With our eyes rolled back.
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Bayonetwork: Vultures in Vivid Color
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| Norma Jean |
