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Oct 2019
Blood dripping from my fingers
Blood dripping onto my feet
Blood slipping through my fingers
From the once slise carcass
Laying in front of me
The body, dismembered, battered and bruised
Hair ripped  on the floor
My clothes are bloodstained
Ripped, tattered and torn
The knife on the floor next to me
The blade stained with crimson
Lifeblood which as once the carcasses OwnThe blood. Pooling at the bottom of the table
nd do you want to know the most important thing?
  Your Nexts
By.Jeannie Palma
Jeannie Palma
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Jeannie Palma  F/in darkness hours
(F/in darkness hours)   
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