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Sep 2016
My tears aren’t clear
Everything is rose
The thorns piercing my dripping eyes
The thick red running down my face
Seeping into my cracked lips
Metallic liquid gushes freely
The fine silver standing ***** inside my bleeding eyes.

Molly
Molly Gilkey
Written by
Molly Gilkey  Texas
(Texas)   
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