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Mar 2018
Red Ink
A ******,
a ******,
how depressing to see,
a ******,
a martyr,
made of you and me.

And it flows,
and it flows,
red ink in pen of frail bone,
This garden of souls,
where it grows,
where it grows
Written by
Elyse Hyland  18/F/Australia
(18/F/Australia)   
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