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Aug 2015
"I forgot about my blood"
Whispered under breath
with eyes quaking
skin laced with sweat
grime
breaths deep and labored
surrounded by white
tiled walls
painted with crimson brush strokes
of tattered knuckles
"I swear, I really forgot"
I go from angry to guilty real fast
Noxx
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Noxx  25/M/Earth
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