Cuts like a knife.
blood red as wine.
She said no.
Not this time.
He hurt her once.
She asked him nice.
Don't do it she told him
This is the last time
So there he lay
eyes hollow as night
... blood red as wine
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC
Cuts like a knife.
blood red as wine.
She said no.
Not this time.
He hurt her once.
She asked him nice.
Don't do it she told him
This is the last time
So there he lay
eyes hollow as night
... blood red as wine
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