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His laugh at the hurt that came from the toe of his boot but more directly from the hate in his heart The muffled cries that came from those who have no voice never did never will ring out A dinner table with silverware perfection placed with little hidden secrecies feast on the words "All Blood Stains Red"
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Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 10:49 PM UTC
All Blood Stains Red
His laugh at the hurt that came from the toe of his boot but more directly from the hate in his heart The muffled cries that came from those who have no voice never did never will ring out A dinner table with silverware perfection placed with little hidden secrecies feast on the words "All Blood Stains Red"
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Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 10:49 PM UTC
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