No LongerGripping the handle The blade cuts through the flesh Exposing the woundNo Longer
Tears burn the flesh When the blood runs cold Against the stainless steel
No trace remains On the knife removed from the skin Of the heart that once did beat
Potato DamonI mold you with my hands Your beauty is unmatched Shaped for my pleasure Topped with butter The Identity is your Supremacy Your smell intoxicates me I must have you For myself Steal you from Affleck And eat you whole But I cannot Mashed Potato Matt Damon Thou art my best My only FriendPotato Damon
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I firmly believe that the novel "Inquilibrium: Behind the Curtain of Life" I'm writing for 4 years now is going to be one of the most life-transforming, hope-giving, insight-bearing book you'll ever read. All I ask of you is to remember me and its title.
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