Subtle Confessions of Noni Kanyora

Friday, August 13, 2010

You like a knife

You like a knife ,
Can cut me open
I like an orange ,
You squeezed me clean
Cut me open you did
An arrow to the heart
A blade so clean and precise
A rusty blade you did not have'
You cut me open
You cut me open you did

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