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by Cassie Mar 13, 2005 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
A dagger slices virgin skin Once then twice, again and again Blood flows free from inside the wound Through the window, crystal moon Limbs grow weak and body weary Mind goes numb and eyes get teary Vision fades and thoughts aren\'t clear My life, it ends, with no on near *wrote this one a long time ago too*
by Amanda
Good poem!