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Hidden collections

November 23, 2009
By Anonymous

Drip, Drip.
Blood runs down her small pale arm, falling rythmically on the red stained carpet.
Flowing vigorously from a fresh slice into delicate wrist.
Just to join a hidden collection.


The author's comments:
I wrote this poem to remember what i overcame.

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