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Necks
not many there today to see him go
curtain opens up and away he slides
soon its back to scissors and comb
my specialty is short back and sides
increasingly I'm tempted by necks
a cut-throat razor in my right hand
so vulnerable with arteries bulging
I cannot expect you to understand
yet I'm no modern sweeney todd
its doing the embalming at night
the danger of...
Thursday 15th July 2021 11:18 am
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