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Oct 2012
Raised your hand to me
and summoned me back into your warped reality.
Fell behind the pack
I was wounded and bleeding,
I was weak.
As I lay in the cold darkness
The tears roll down my face
and freeze over ever so suddenly

I burned my skin for warmth
and ate my heart to stop the hunger
poured my blood to keep me warm.

I am stained.
Copyright 2012 Nicole Stowe
Nikki
Written by
Nikki  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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