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Feb 2018
Art
Screams come from the crimson dark
Crushing through to my ears and then my heart
For a young girl lie sprawled in front of me
I had no choice but to stay and fight
Although all it does is give me a bitter bite
If i hadn’t done it first I’d be falling apart
To me it’s like a piece of art
One mistake and it's not a masterpiece
Sarah
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