Hey, here's a silly knife...
I'll let you hold this
as if you are ready to stab me
the moment I step my other feet near you.
I am more than willing to see my blood.
Oops... Don't wink for a while.
Cherish this opportunity.
Cherish this moment that you have the knife,
that I am in front of you,
that you now have the power to mutilate any part of my body...
My tongue? Maybe because I talk too much.
My eyes? Maybe because I often tease you for your constant pimples.
My hand? Maybe because I am too intimate...
for you.
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