they took
turns
stabbing
each other
passing the
knife
in their
sleep
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Poëziehis hands were blue his eyes black his lips were white and his cheeks red but all people saw was a rainbow s h o r t p o e m s - a k a :: results of too often exaggerated yet too real emotions number twenty-eight in poetry on april seventeenth (jus...
1 wound
they took
turns
stabbing
each other
passing the
knife
in their
sleep
