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Feb 2013
Am I a horrible person because
I am jealous of the way you bleed
Without cutting your skin open
I wish I was as luminescent
As the bruises on your heart
Shining like an oil spill
I will forever wish I could harvest
The ice from your veins
Inject it in my arm
And let the world see it all
With a smile on my face
Angel Monroe
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Angel Monroe
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   Michael Pick
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