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last night I tried to slit my wrists / i cut them thirty times in mist / but alas it was all in vain / didn't cut deep enough to hit the vain / / just blood it flew like little streams / down my arm and on my jeans / my head grew light and dixy waves / penetrated my lasting day / / they'd find me tomorrow… sign in to read more »
| From: | USA |
| Published poems: | 1 |