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He shall come and save her
And lick between the hairs
And think only of the moment
And no further there
And when
He shall
But for a second
Withdraw his very own tongue
She will find the sharpest blade
And then with a gentle twist for how it has all gone wrong
Sink it sincerely
Into the heart of her wrist

Irwin R. Shaw - April 26th 1982