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Oct 2017
Taken two steps,

One.

Two.

Carved two blades,

One.

Two.

Killed two men,

One.

And two.

Two drops o' blood,

One.

Two.

Two eyes pop onto the wood,

One.

Two.

Two screams, too many.

One.

Two.

My vision is blue and red.
Skyler M
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Skyler M  22/M/Idaho
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