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when he drives the knife in

i don't feel the pain right away.

it takes a little.

but then when i feel it,

it's all consuming

a tidal wave of pain and blood and misery.

i can't believe he's done this. 

the blade and blood of course are metaphorical.

i am physically okay.

but i cannot speak for my heart,

which lays in ruins at our feet. 

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