Life has built me a weapon,
Memories shield my skin from being swallowed in the fumes,
A smile has taken us far from being sullen,
Our obligations lay in ruins...
Cut through despair,
Enhance the hope,
Cut through tangible air,
Sculpt my soul...
As we have thrown daggers that have been reflected back,
Like rays of light in a total internal reflection,
The bitterness just left the wall with a crack,
We befriended desolation...
You couldn't curse time,
Or covet images dressed in sepia,
Or wait for the uncrossed line,
Or bring back a tear.
Pearl drops on her glowing brown skin,
Despair stabbed with the sharpest dagger,
Wouldn't it be so liberating to amputate your sins?
That is the task of my scissor...
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