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Reflect what God made,
my shiny silver blade,
And beauty I'll never see.
A touch to cold skin,
and life's flooding in.
All in that one touch I'll be.
Silent slivers of red
touch my heart, fill my head,
And in one drop my soul sings.
I follow it down,
crowded noise, too much sound,
And passion, to pulses it clings.
- by Piano Kisses |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/19/2009 |
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- Title: Push
- Artist: Piano Kisses
- Description: I'd been wanting to write a poem about cutting, and eventually this one came to me during American History one day, and I'm really in love with it <3 Hopefully you all are too?
- Date: 10/19/2009
- Tags: push cutting blood
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