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Jun 2014
I would say my wrists bled
garnet
scarlet
like something
imperial and pure

But all I saw was dirt
and poppy stained tissues
and razor blades all over the floor
© Erin Mason 2014
EP Mason
Written by
EP Mason  Cheltenham, England
(Cheltenham, England)   
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