A Razor

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A razor on a bedside stand
just resting there not in their hand
A Razor on a bedside
Sitting there brand new,
A Razor now grasped tight, 
Some one No longer feels alright
A Razor pressed into skin
Leaving lines so thin
A Razor cutting so deep
the blood drips as they weep.
A Razor drops to the floor
as they breathe once, but after that.... no more

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