river

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By Shnu

once more the blood red river flows swirling down the drain it goes one more cut i made with haste to rid my body of this waste where is this pain that i should feel? the edges of my cut i peel the blood itself begins to clot with my cloth i dab and blot once again my pain subsides carry on hiding what i feel inside.

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January 20, 2009 22:38SMILING DARKNESS

Excellent!