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The dagger hits hard, pierces, and slides out slow. Your words and actions are like the dagger. Daggering who It's daggering you, me, the soft groaning dog that sits in the door way. Your words and actions are like the dagger carving wombs that never heal. carving wombs that empty blood from mangled bodies. I would kill for the dagger but the dagger has slain me. What will live after this? Tither tithing tather back to me. Daggering who? Daggering me.
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