If I were a dagger,
the murkiness of the moonlight would
reflect,
upon my blade.
If I were a dagger,
I would bite your flesh and draw
your (bittersweet) blood,
and smile as I did so.
carefulnow, I'msharpenoughtoshredyourheart
intopieces.
Perfection Is Flawed
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