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Poison
She lays
On the floor
Smiling
At the scars
On her arms
She's alone
Bleeding
Laughing
Begging
For someone
To love her
She holds a rose
To her chest
And smells
The sweet scent
Of death
The smell gets stronger
As her breathing slows
And her time
Slowly
Runs out
On the floor
Smiling
At the scars
On her arms
She's alone
Bleeding
Laughing
Begging
For someone
To love her
She holds a rose
To her chest
And smells
The sweet scent
Of death
The smell gets stronger
As her breathing slows
And her time
Slowly
Runs out
Published 11th May 2012
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Anonymous
17th Nov 2013 1:05am
Dark. Really hits hard, I like the simplicity of it too.
