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Apr 2016
I may find the sacrifice
Beautiful:
Blood drips down
O'er white, furred skin
A striking display.

At the end of the day
The lamb is dead
And the lamb,
--I guarantee--
Does not agree with me.
The world does not revolve around you.
Kristen
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