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Vengeance on his breath
He takes up his bright blades again -
Of the worst places of London
Fleet Street is the lowest low. -
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At about this time yesterday
I was sitting on that old bench -
and live till the last
through red slitted throats -
Blood beading like sweat upon silvery blades
Another young man with a quick spitter fadesby iamthebeatles 33 lines, 2 comments, on Jul 23 7:26 PM 2008. In Sweeney Todd, Dark, Pain, Death, Lost love, Anger, Murder, Revenge -
Do not fret, love. It will fade. Build a mental barricade.by Frodofan 13 lines, 2 comments, on Jun 13 9:48 AM 2008. In love, blindness, sweeney todd, mrs. lovett, lovett, feelings, longing, rhyme
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