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Jan 2020
The blood on the floor
Stained the concrete
The blood on the floor
Pooled around your head
The blood on the floor
Pooled around the gun
The blood on the floor
Stained my hands
As I hold your lifeless body
The blood on the floor
Washed away by tears
The blood on the floor
Never to be forgotten
As it was burnt into my memory
The blood on the floor
That bore a hole into my heart
In the shape of a bullet
The bullet that you used to escape Hell
Written by
night shade  18/M/U.S.A
(18/M/U.S.A)   
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