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I would say my wrists bled garnet scarlet like something imperial and pure But all I saw was dirt and poppy stained tissues and razor blades all over the floor
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 7:32 PM UTC
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I would say my wrists bled garnet scarlet like something imperial and pure But all I saw was dirt and poppy stained tissues and razor blades all over the floor
© Erin Mason 2014
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 7:32 PM UTC
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