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Blue Hand

Oh you killed me so willingly.

By Published 6 years ago 1 min read
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Frosted glass conceals our secret

Well....yours.

I guess i cant tell mummy

About our secret

Well....yours.

You scary little vulture

Praying on my weakness

Pecking at my childhood happiness

Pinning me like a pillow to seperate your knees

Oh that made each night sleepless.

The moment i trusted your joke

Made me the stage where you joked

And made everyone laugh at me

The joke.

My age now, and lack of evidence of that night Conceals our secret.

Well....my secret

Of my little blue hands

And my theft of virginity

To you

Oh you killed me so willingly.

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