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THE TRACKLESS PATH

Holes

Let your knife rip and tear
Leaving the deepest wound
Fresh with blood.

Sweet weeping
Of my blood soaked soul.

Those for whom I've given all...
Bear it a little longer
And a little longer still,

Bless the dear knife of my torturer.

Cut deep and quick and clean
And leave no pining there for me.
It is they and they alone now:
Deep holes within my heart,
That only they can fill.
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