Poem -
When You Know
She stands with her spine stiff,
Shoulders back,
Hair rolling.
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Her lips curl
And her tongue becomes a sharp weapon,
Inflicting wounds not even time will heal
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And then the victims leaves,
Stands tall on that chair,
Wound still dripping,
Rope around their neck.
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That's when you know.
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