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Oct 2017
Take a look,
what do you see?
I'm looking at the same painting as you are.
Yet, all you can deduce is the blood on her hands,
not the look on her face,
not the man on the ground.
Which in his hands is a silver, glimmering knife.
Skyler M
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Skyler M  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
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