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Knife Called Lust
KS (12/14/1992 / Colorado)

Knife Called Lust

Poem By Kendra Sullivan

i think of all that i have done
the lust of love i think so dear
i cry upon the clear fall
i get up ask whos there
a calm quiet silluet in the for ground
i call again who is there
the shiny knife in the moon light oh so bright
i think upon all my mistakes as the knife goes cold.

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well penned. the title thrilling! ...........10+
think not of the mistakes that passed think of lesson learned of the past though knife been cold for sometime there's something that can ring your chime. lovely poem. thanksmd.