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The blood runs from your hands
and soaks into my carpet...

Each drip,
Each lie,
Why must you lie?
Why must you let the blood
drip?
She cried for freedom,
so you took her life...
I know better,
so I just clean the mess...



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Ms.Bassy said...
May 11, 2012 at 4:19 pm:
Thank you:}
 
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LovelyDuckling said...
May 11, 2012 at 1:43 pm:
very nice... .it sounded like an abused woman who killed her husband...like he did her with her lies? espescially whe you talk about cleaning up the mess...mind checking out my poem 'those things that never were'?
 
Ms.Bassy replied...
May 11, 2012 at 4:18 pm :
Really tis' more of a wife or long time partener with a killer husband who she cleans up after and hides the secrets so she dosent end up like all the rest, but, yea basically same concept. 
 
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JessicaRae7 said...
May 11, 2012 at 6:46 am:
short, but simple. I liked it.
 
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