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We walked on glass all day long, with eyes rolled back.

It came with smiles, it came with gestures, and it came with motives.

Investing flowers in one hand and a blade in the other,

This is between me and this blade, and my heart.

Distributing rusty knives in these countless attractive letters,

With a directional diagram of a guilty heart.

＂Insert knife here.＂

Lack of thought on this subject has attested catastrophic.

Come one, come all, introduce knife to heart.

With our eyes rolled back.