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killers brain
I stir the juice
And watch it turn
From white to red
Bloody red
Like my shirt
My wrist
The floor
I stir slowly
Slower
Thinking
Is that two quarts
Of blood
No....
Its koolaid
And watch it turn
From white to red
Bloody red
Like my shirt
My wrist
The floor
I stir slowly
Slower
Thinking
Is that two quarts
Of blood
No....
Its koolaid
Published 17th Mar 2014
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