Metal Sheets

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Silver slits sheets,
Sheets upon which
She sits. Sorrowly
Sweating shadowed crimson
Stains. Sanely shedding
Slipping slowly shivering
Soaked in sticky slimy
Stuff. So sad
And slit upon which
She stops suddenly
Seeing a certain shady
Stranger she sorrowly
Sought seeking a
Straight path.
She Slips on her
smelly
Stinky socks and slides
Majestically through the
Silent shadows
Smiling sorrowly through
Solitary sacred sanity.





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