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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
 
Poetesses
Written by Cipher_O (WarlordoftheWrittenWord)
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