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Summer Full of Knives
Do you close your doors every night

waiting for me and shaking in fright.

the tingling sound and shocking pain.

you still don't know my name.

more talented than a fashion designer.

I could cut through your skin like no other.

times you wished you were invisible and I was smaller.

you were greater but I was sharper.

I loved when I touched you and saw a rush of crimson.

I heard your pleas and cries but I didn't listen.

more and more I ruined your summer night.

I Still won, without putting up much of a fight.


© beazarr