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May 2014
Rose
Every time you take a blade to your skin,
You flirt,
And play with death.
You toy with it,
Likes its a thorn on a beautiful,
Blood.
Red.
Rose.
Love
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     Dreamer, Francisco DH, Ciara, --- and ---
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