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                                                     ­          ( mother child sister friend )

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oh yeah ?

Not HER again !

                                     ( we want the ***** bleeding on the bed ! )

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We bring to life the image we ... Praise

The ornate poem drawn in blood

Kills kills kills !!!

We love the lasting scent of fear

we love the image of her lying there

We write about it day by day

the little child ***** the stranger and weeps

We love to see her in her pain

She loves to be in pain

( it leads to better " pain poetry " )

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another day of poetic fun

Where we tell each other

Just what *******  we've become !