CutsA Poem by Missing PartBlade effortlessly gliding over the skin, don’t blink it could slip, looking at the new mark, smiling, as the warm blood runs down the wrist, as the cuts keep coming, they get deeper and deeper, the bleeding gets worse, but the pain is finally gone, and so are you. © 2010 Missing Part |
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3 Reviews Added on March 12, 2010 Last Updated on March 12, 2010 AuthorMissing PartLloydminster, CanadaAboutme, meant everything, he is the air I breathe, if he were to die it would be my last breath, as I glance down at my finger, I remember the promise, that has been engraved in my heart, as I look back, .. more..Writing
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