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| Red red red. Feb/09/03 The blood drips from her hands, She wonders what is to come now. She murdered her heart, Ripped her soul to pieces. Red red red.... Heartless soulless bitch that she is, Now it all falls together. Nightmares come ture, For all that meet her. She laughs..... as she write his name in blood, whispers it from her lifeless lips. To all those who love, Beware.... Love is not as blissful as the poets say. Watch yourselves for the sands of time, will come to an end for you. ~Chrystyna~ |