So far so good little gem:
Your back ain't broken,
Legs are alive, and reason remains.
But, watch what happens
With the slip of a tongue,
When no-body realises that
Bad-words have been spoken.
So, little gem, open your wound,
Pour the blood into her mouth,
And get left alone with a relic:
Your scarred shit-face.
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