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Mar 2013
Metallic taste of blood
in your mouth.
Silenced and subdued
but not broken.
Crimson trails from chin,
to throat, to *******.
You endure more violence,
yet you keep silent.
Never broken.
Dead but never ever
broken.
Written by
Dream Caster
562
   Ash
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