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Poetess XX
I once saw a human
get his face slashed
Wide open
Over a carton
of
milk,
Pulsating scarlet
silk
outlet
of
Deep red,
That made me
kind
of
Blue -
But as such things became common place
from
Face
to
face,
I felt only
Emptiness
or
nothingness…
But
Nothing
was
more
disappointing
than when
I
saw them
ravenous
for
the
blood
of
the
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