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Feb 2015
My eyes are red as I cry.
My face is red, you hit me but you love me.
My nose, it pours Red
It turns my gray shirt into a Red mess.
My wrist, it's red...
My cuts.
Are red, my blood is red.
I bleed for you.
I bleed.
A very different post... Pretty stupid and doesn't make sense.
Quentin House
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Quentin House  Willard, MO.
(Willard, MO.)   
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