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Red Flood
4 November, 2004
Author: Mike

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I cut and tear.
I slice and dice.
Not once, not twice,
Not even thrice.

The blade moves in a frenzy,
I just can't seem to stop.
Until my hand goes limp
And my body begins to flop.

I lay on the floor
My wounds weeping blood,
Faster and faster
Creating a rusted flood.

The flood washes away
All the loneliness and fears,
Leaving in it's wake
The stains of red tears.

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Comments on this poem/writing:

Leah (204.112.162.35) -- Wednesday, January 5 2005, 10:49 am

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deep.....well thought out....
Nicole (67.136.121.12) -- Monday, February 7 2005, 04:28 am

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I'm SPEECHLESS again!!!
Nicole
blade (168.221.27.195) -- Monday, February 14 2005, 07:54 pm

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also speechless
LBK (84.9.36.131) -- Saturday, March 12 2005, 12:04 am

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I remember this, I never thought that you would ever do it. I knew you were capable, but had hope that you wouldn't. I'm sorry I didn't help
 
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