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Mar 2010
Onto Paper
I bleed my words onto this paper,
My pain,
My thoughts.
Crimson red flowing,
Forming each letter carefully.
Every word,
Reveals my true self.
Bled out onto paper,
Nothing but words,
Nothing more.
Written by
Alex Caldwell
597
   Irene X Chen
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