Shining So Bright
To the tune of the thing of stars that goes "wish I may, wish I might, wish upon this star tonight" yea....comment?
Silver blade
shine so bright
cut with you
tonight I might
You're so slick
and shivering cold
but you remain to me
as precious as gold
This poem is short
blade moves swift
and tonight I might
cut my wrist...
shine so bright
cut with you
tonight I might
You're so slick
and shivering cold
but you remain to me
as precious as gold
This poem is short
blade moves swift
and tonight I might
cut my wrist...
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