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THE RAZOR'S EDGE

By Danny Neff

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As I lay here on the counter



hoping you find me tonight



my edge is sharp and longing



for your touch. 




 

The taste of your skin and



the warmth of your blood



to be held by you felt so good



hungry for more.

 




I feel you wanting me,



I see you stare. Please come 



get me, let's try again.

 




I know you are scared and alone



I can not. Together as one we can



do this and be done.

 





Say goodbye to dad, I love you mom.



In the morning you will be less

one forgotten son.



 
 

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