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whatever you want
by Andrew S Adamsit could be beautiful
a thousand cuts
and single drops of blood
starting to form a puddle
and she slowly drains her life
quicker now, speed the flow
how could this little knife
reveal something so hollow?
and she just sits there
pale, crimson on her sleeve
saturate to no return
she is what you believe
as her life runs out
single drops of blood
starting to form a puddle
under her lifeless flesh.
beauty could be
whatever you want. 11/30/2002 Posted on 11/30/2002
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