It wasn’t clean-it didn’t need to be
Shining with the blood of before
Pointed, sharp, silver, thin
Skinnier than a safety pin
But this was far from safety
Penetrate, oh, penetrate it
Puncture bleeding sway
Hit it home, oh, hit it home
Stomach pains melt away
Always so uncomfortable, temper on edge
A dull knife scraped the inner walls
Pushed clean off the
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