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Jan 2016
His blood dripped red
As he laid
Unmoving in his bed
It was done with such ease
A stab here
A stab there
As he begged in a broken voice "Please"
Still she kept on
When he awoke
He did not know
It would be his last dawn
When my heart broke
He didn't know that those words
Would be the last that he spoke
He was my latest love
I sit and watch his blood drip red
I return to my mind
And I feel it grow
The dread
I see the man that I once loved
In a pool of blood
Dead
Susana
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Susana
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   --- and Vanessa Gatley
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