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Dec 2015
I'm a princess, cut from a marble smoother than a storm and the scars that mark my body there silver and gold.
my blood is a flow of precious stones, it keeps my veins hot.
The fire is found at home, I move through town I'm quiet like a fire and my noose of rope I tie and untie.
People talk to me but nothing ever hits home, people talk to me and all the voices just burn holes, I'm going insane.
This is the start of how it all ends, they used to shout my name now its a whisper.
I'm speeding up and this is the red orange yellow beat sparking up my heart......
it's killing me.
Written by
Vicky Jean Kelly  Queensland
(Queensland)   
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