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Nov 2015
Sharp, Beautiful, Cold.
A tool and a weapon for fighting battles against someone,
be it you or another.

Slice, Slice into the skin.
Drip, Drop goes the blood.
Tick,Tock goes the clock.
Blah, Blah peers that talk.
You can hear this all, sitting in the bathroom stall with your faithful, Blades that cut, cut, cut.
Into paper and into skin.
Cut, Cut, Slice.
Drop, Drip, 'Till your time runs out.
All with the help of your trusty *Blades
Sorry that I've been gone so long, also, sorry for being gone so long and then coming back with a depressed, not very good poem.
The Blue Rose in Shadows
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The Blue Rose in Shadows  California, Writing
(California, Writing)   
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       Lior Gavra, Abdul Broekema, ---, Poetic T, NV and 5 others
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