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May 2013
Ice pick picked death
Hands stained
A black-purple
Dried blood of
My life
I just killed
One day
Maybe with my bare hands
Maybe with a ice pick, chilled,
Just out of the freezer.
Ann Beaver
Written by
Ann Beaver
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   ---, Chuck and Nick Durbin
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