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You smile as if nothing happened,

I smile back agreeing it's over.

My knife will tear at your throat,

And release you into hell where you belong.

A bigger smile will cross my face,

Terror will cross yours.

Your body will be thrown into the ocean,

Mine will sit upon a chair.

I will write you this poem,

And you..

You'll never read it.

The End

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