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A Piece of Slice


Slices throats like if a knife hasn't been touching mine,

Slice wrist like if i hvaen't done it once or twice in a row,

Slice pie like a holiday to bring the family together rather

than a party for them to dress in the finest black.

 

Sliced, just slice i was told, just slice once more

to scream and yell of pain i had no more.

 

Slice of marks i look down upon, down as a tear falls on top of.

Slice of life i will be hungry for.

 

Fuck it, give me a whole pizza instead of your last slice.

 

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