they'll slide the knife from your back
and clean the blood on the gritty greenless ground
while i neglect against my will
look on in despair
praying earnest, that soon you will be found
want me not
let them ravage you and all your goodcomings
while i turn away, against the wall
shot.
when it was you and me
i'd have dressed your wounds with pity
stuck around and stayed.
don't you see, to suffer such enmity
as they drove blades into your skin
i'd have driven them away.
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