I saw u at corner standin cute with ur sneakers. .
U looked at me staring with. .thirst?
U were gripping a freshly sharpened cleaver. .
With it u made me these wounds n u make it deeper. . .
N deeper n deeper non stop. .
Im bleeding n u tied me with a rope. .
Blood dripped off the knife that u neva drop. .
I tot u'll stop,but nope. .
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