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Feb 2018
Blackred blood creeps through my veins
Drawn by the blackred rose it crawls down my hand
                                                                                             my back
hardened with work
no longer feels the weight
nor the path which slithers down my spine
Written by
Jack S  21/M
(21/M)   
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