What's the price to pay
to dice and slay your skin so thin
i'll breed gold knives to carve and etch
a speedy sketch across your claws
my thought are raw and
so are yours, but dare you thrust
those thirsty words of lust one crust
beneath the skin I touch - don't fuck
with me, these killer bees won't bite
although I might be so inclined
to breathe you broke and blind
in between the screams i hope you see
my knees shake with such smiles
that i have right to file from corner, corner
i warn you, warn her, this is war here
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