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» Poem: CRIMSON BLOOD(clsn>razor cuts)
CRIMSON BLOOD(clsn>razor cuts)
written by perfect.flaws
08:04 AM 12/30/04
Every now And then
I grab a Razor, Safety Pin or Knife.
And Start to slide cross my skin.
Too slow,
So i shall know
this is real pain..yet i feel nothing..
but what lays deep within.
So Beautifil,
So Red,
My Crimson Blood..
Glistens in light,
it glistens in the night.
Glistens upon this skin,
so light,
so pale.
I Love My Crimson Blood.
Every Now and then
I Grab a Razor, safety pin, or knife.


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