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Mar 2011
This feeling, so hot,
Coursing right through me.
I hope they simply rot
As their red sets me free.

I cut for the red.
Just crying for pain.
I'll wind up dead,
If not, past insane.

You helped me once,
Then forgot to stay near.
After all these months,
Why'd you leave me here?

Blue , now falling fast
Towards the never ending dark.
Trying to forget my past
As red and blue mix, so stark.

As I let these colors fall
On my soul's own abyss
From heights far too tall
No heart sees I'm amiss.

Forgotten, cold, alone I gasp
For air that left me too.
If only our hands would clasp,
You'd finally help me through.

Now the red is slow
And all blue is gone.
All since you went to go,
I've become a slaughtered fawn.

The colors are gathered
Across my body and floor,
In artwork to be treasured
By you forever more.

You missed me that day;
Came for something to do.
Seeing me made you sway
And from your eye, fell blue.
I have no idea...
Blaise Tyler Beach
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Blaise Tyler Beach  M/Parma, Ohio
(M/Parma, Ohio)   
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   Elizabeth Thorn
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