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wedding day blood
Contributed by
katy
on
Thursday, 22nd March 2007 @ 12:54:41 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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It runs down your face.
You scream in pain.
You shout in vain.
I speed up the pace.
Trickles down your forehead.
Hurts, such a sin.
And still you make a din.
God i wish you were dead.
You shout! Whats the point.
No one can help you,
i'm certainly not going to.
I want to break your every joint.
Lucky for you, I have to go.
Your pain will not.
You really do deserve the lot.
That'll teach not to show.
Copyright ©
katy
... [
2007-03-22 12:54:41] (Date/Time posted on
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