Tasha Hutchens

Rookie (6/04/1990 / Fort Wood)

Split - Poem by Tasha Hutchens

The blood spilt
By the knife
It covered your
Arm and ran
Through the night
Oh the pain
You felt that
When you took
The knife to
Your arm
You got so
Mad on that
That’s what made
You take the
Knife to your
And now you
Are thinking why
Oh why did
I spill my
By: Ronald Ray

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 2, 2010

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