Cut My Throat
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Why, WHY, oh why, would I shoot so much pain
Directly through the chambers of your heart
With words “that cannot fail to leave a lasting stain”
Except I love you? Any martial art
That I might use I definitely would
Deploy to make you hear me. I want you,
You, YOU. I’d stab you with a bitterwood
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