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by Gabi   Feb 5, 2005


Roses are dead
violets laid in bed
body on the floor
you peeked through the door
arms spread out
you lived in doubt
you came into the house
and you saw the mouse
eating at his flesh
blood like mesh
tourniquet on the ground
needles all around
druggie house you declared
to the holy father you said a prayer

By:Gaby

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