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Nov 2017
Once again I felt the urge
The forceful pull
The sudden surge

A consuming lust
Fulfills my drive
To hold the knife
To end that life

Inside and out
Scars are showing
Blood is flowing
Someone is running

The fatal blow
The blood red glow
A TV show
Made reality

After the deed
The passion still roams
The killers creed
Fulfills thy own
Wes Mills
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Wes Mills  M/NC
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