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Nov 2015
Oh yes, i have left
a stain on my shirt
it's the blood from my heart
i must say
i didn't plan it this way
i tried to wash it away
but the red still drips through my clothes
and my fingers catch the drops
slipping them into my mouth
one
by
one
i mend my heart
with each fall my palms collects
Raven
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Raven  F/Washington
(F/Washington)   
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