Cutting, Pain And Blood Poem by James McLain
Cutting, Pain And Blood
Rating: ★2.0
Before you, standing there,
the mirrors longer than the though that brought
me their.
Never lines appear, top hat askew, lips crimson bright
and form the color that sits right
when running down, the razors edge.
Come, I'm wathching all the time, your not.
When knowing misery, grief decieved each covered sheet.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
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