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Blood on My Hands

May 7, 2008
By Anonymous

There is blood on my hands
My blood, crimson and spent.
I walk through fields of fallen leaves
And wonder when I sent life away from me,
Flecks of red chip upon my sticky skin
And I refuse to see the contrast
Of sin against my soul.


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