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A Poem by Ripped Denim 💜

Blood foams, muscles tight,

I fall into a black pit.

Eyes open to night,

tongue tasting the floor,

legs shattered, cranium split.

Confused as before.

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Added on January 20, 2014
Last Updated on January 21, 2014

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