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I will break my skull Let every single drop Of my rushing blood Trickle down my arm Past my fingertips And into eternal scrawls Of ink on paper.
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Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
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I will break my skull Let every single drop Of my rushing blood Trickle down my arm Past my fingertips And into eternal scrawls Of ink on paper.
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Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
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