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Feb 2012
Cuts like a knife.
blood red as wine.
She said no.
Not this time.

He hurt her once.
She asked him nice.
Don't do it she told him
This is the last time

So there he lay
eyes hollow as  night
... blood red as wine
sabrina
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   --- and Tricia Trout
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