You thrust your dagger through me and smiled as I bled.
One twist added more pain to my heart as it shred.
Looking past my green eyes, you watched me swallow tears.
In our next sweeping glances, we mirrored deep fears.
Even only for a short while, reprieve at last
From the exquisite pleasure in that voice of cut glass.
Unforbidden feelings usually left unexpressed,
Thanks for this desperate day of a dagger's rest.
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