ANAGRAMS (19)
Shadow of a gaze
Scratches my back
I turn to look
But you are gone
And fear appears
With knives of greeting
Shining through her smile.
Scratches my back
I turn to look
But you are gone
And fear appears
With knives of greeting
Shining through her smile.
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