Runni McDaniel Biography

If I cut my wrists and let myself bleed to death,
Would anyone cry over me?
If I shot myself,
Would anyone care?
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Roses have thorns
They are sharp but as stare at the rose
You never notice them scaling the stems
The beauty enchants you deeply
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A crystal rose
untouched for centuries
hardly seen in daylight
shimmers throughout nights
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Patchwork eyes
searching deeply
yarn like hair
tangling across necks
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Sealed lips
Drained of emotion
Shadowed eyes staring heavily
No signs of life
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