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Untitled -- 8.9.2003
The wound pours red
Blood drips to the floor
I sit and watch
With no intent to stop it
My life is gone
No escape except death
Sit and watch the clot
Forming to stop the blood
Pick the scab
To keep it going
Death is right around the corner
It's coming for me
I hope it comes fast
aww. this feel so sad - ok, which it is - but i still like it, alot. great depth brett.
ttyl
xoxo
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