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Nov 2010
I feel the warm crimson flow over my tongue
I spit out the words I would never say
Let it slide down the side of the sink
Watch it slip away
Drown the darkness of the drain
I spit them out and say goodbye
I will never really understand why
I let so  many things stay bundled up inside.
Samantha Lynn Bates
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Samantha Lynn Bates
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