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Mar 2016
Take a needle to my heart,
But not even this can thwart the pain,

Ink sets in,
Lapiz and green,
Blood flows for beauty is a gruesome thing.

Left over images,
Bruised leathered skin,
As a cold steel hardened heart.
bleh
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bleh  SoCal I.E.
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