Sharp splitting blade,
Sweet succulent skin.
My lips quiver,
Just to watch you weep.
Connections can be made,
Between this and a sin.
My heart quivers,
Just to hurt you so deep.
A debt can be paid,
With what�s hidden within.
My hands quiver,
Just needed something to keep.
The crimson has strayed,
With my head in a spin.
My soul quivers,
Just drifting to sleep.
� Kaylan, October 3rd, 2003.
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