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Her lips Touch paper cup, To form paper cut. Reach For First aid kit Fast, Forewarning. As the blood Runs down, To form lava flow, It glistens With crimson glow, She feels alive.
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 2:01 AM UTC
Crimson
Her lips Touch paper cup, To form paper cut. Reach For First aid kit Fast, Forewarning. As the blood Runs down, To form lava flow, It glistens With crimson glow, She feels alive.
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40/F/A Dream
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 2:01 AM UTC
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