I don’t believe in torture,
Rest assured my love;
Such intimacy we’ve shared.
I can’t help wondering
Though I’ve tried, dare say
What are your intentions
If you know me so well?
A knife in my back
Analyzed as ammunition –
Not quite death.
We know, don’t we
How quickly, efficiently
I’d put it to use.
What then, lover
Should I whisper
Bleeding out
You and I?
What use
This personality
You taught me
So well…
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