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Dec 2018
White lace
lines my porcelain
thighs
Gently
submerged
into the
bed of roses
feel the thorns
invigorate my
mind which
wanders
to visions,dreams
of crimson blood
dripping
ever so perfectly
onto the lace
a keen needle
filled with poison
entering the bloodstream
Samantha Cunha
Written by
Samantha Cunha  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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   JL Smith
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