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Penknife Flinch
2CBurt

I tear myself like I'd
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tear you,
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open,
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and I push my chest against the
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thinnest cage I can.
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I tear you like
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I tear myself,
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open as the Swiss army
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let me be,
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all these little pieces to
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unfold and hope,
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but know, they slip back to their own place to
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present a sleek smooth body
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without aberrations.  
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You need a hand to make it work.
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The grooves for your fingernails are pretty useless
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when all you've got between you are
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blades and sprung scissors, the kind some
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body used to cut
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up your libido years ago, and then
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you had no appetite
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for anything at all.
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The Swiss have their ways of
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stealing your gold
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and leaving you
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neutral but for scarlet marks the spot,
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laughing stretcher-bearers uninvolved,
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and you, left as just their
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single little act of violence, their contribution to
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a safer world for our children,
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a toy with moving parts and
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sharp edges, stiffly ready in your hinges,
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painted just the colour of a cardinal
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or sin,
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and jealous of the unknown soldier,
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if it comes to that.
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4 May 07


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