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Nov 2014
I tried to write a horror story
But the paper bled crimson with each stroke of my pen.
I swear I could hear it scream as I marred it's snowy white skin.
It crumbled in my hands and blew away in the wind,
Its blood curdling howl echoed in my mind,
I never wrote again.
Liz And Lilacs
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Liz And Lilacs  America
(America)   
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