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May 2013
Oh how I weep when you say my name
You are the blood that spills from my veins
They're so hallowed you see
Drained of all its life
like a ******* mosquito
laughing as it feeds  
© 2013 Christina Jackson
Christina Jackson
Written by
Christina Jackson  29/F/FL, USA
(29/F/FL, USA)   
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