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Sep 2021
Word that is written in red,
A tiny scar that now my heart is in shred.
Lay down as the rain is inside my head,
Causing a flood under my bed.

Dark as an ink,
Like a ship that sinked,
for a second that I blinked,
My hand is now covered with red ink.
Carpo
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Carpo  19/M/Philippines
(19/M/Philippines)   
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