The last night of the fair,
The stony steel is broken silence,
And warm blood gushes
from the head of the broken doll
The boy was stabbed,
His mousey hair torn to shreds
His body flipped,
His flesh was ripped,
And the whirling waltzer came to a halt.
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Sorry if this offended anyone. It's kind of an angry poem inspired by The Smiths' classic "Rusholme Ruffians".
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