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Deathbed Colored Glasses
註釋some poets feardrawing bloodthey just flirtw/ the audience& maybe playthe knife gamewhere you spreadyr fingers & staba blade between the quivering digitsbut they nevereven speed up& the blade foldsback into its bedunstained but notbefore slicing upgoddamn apples