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Jun 2013
Blood
As it seeps through our wounds
It's metallic smell
It may come from hell
It is my heart
So I grab it
And I crush it
I slowly die inside
I get buried in the ground with
No one beside it
Then the maggots devour my flesh
The only easy way out is death
Natasha Smith
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Natasha Smith  Maine
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