I wrote you a letter
In the shape of a blade.
The letters are stainless,
The punctuation is final.
I wrote you a letter,
In the form of a knife.
Paper cuts haven't been so deadly
Since I sharpened my words for you.
My tongue is red,
It can lick your wounds
Gushing like emotion
Onto this signed confession.
Your blood is red.
Blood has never been so red
Since my words cut through
Your throat, so white.
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