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Eyes closed, fingertips blush
tracing the paths yours took before,
half in a dream.
Etched in fire, unforgettable
incomplete, instilling obsession,
trapped like a moth in amber.
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The dagger unsheathed,
the blue steel gleams,
and I bare my breast,
and it plunges deep,
slipped between
my heart and mind
my common sense,
the dagger shines
and slips on past
my latent fears.
I'm flowing fast,
and it appears
I'll bleed to death
if it should be removed.
(copyright 1997, Krys McKean)
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