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Ruby Butcher
Poems
Jan 2011
6 am
I hold my hand out,
into the cold night air.
My blood deathly thin,
my skin ghostly fair.
I can not see a thing,
here in front of me.
No stars, or clouds,
or land, or sea.
am i an angel?
or am i a ghost?
Maybe i am not dead,
but surely I'm close.
This scarlet puddle i lie in,
is slowly getting cold.
I am just seconds away from the end,
at 18 years old.
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