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Mar 2021
nails on skin
droplets
drip, drip

losing sanity
in my blood
ecstasy

pure elation
pure bliss
scratches

drip, drip
on the floor
bleeding out

when the clock strikes 12
I will fall for you
a undead promise

it was for you I was here
and now the canvas is red
no more pink

I will scratch the pain away
leaving water color red
I am alone I am dead

drip, drip, drip
Snow Selmon
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Snow Selmon  20/M
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