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If Love Was A Blade

If love was a blade, I’d
sharpen it each morning from tip to edge to heel
grip it firm by the handle and thrust my heart with zeal
whet it at high noon for my deadly crime is best concealed
sheath it at midnight by moonlight and hide it behind a stele

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