Death's Razor Blade
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Shaun Cronick
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So warm and inviting,
Her bath prepared.
She slowly slips in,
Not feeling scared.
Her worries in life,
Of money and men.
Soon to be lost,
Never troubled again.
She reaches out,
Grasps it unafraid.
Her wrists welcoming,
Death's razor blade...
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