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Test the Blade

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LMW-The-Poet

Published: Jul 29, 2014

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Literature Text

Silver so thin,
So sharp,
Tested against
Fingertips -

Eyes shut,
Skin ravaged -
Scars vast
And beauty lost.

Reality sharper,
Clear skin -
Not a scar
But for
Imagination

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Crystal-Magic13

Aug 2, 2014

Scars of our mind often do far more damage than scars on ourselves.

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