| Kneeling behind stacks of Teen and Time A hideaway distrubed only once a day Tracks on the skin, thickness of a dime Arm and wrist are where they lay Salted tears mix with the crimsom Drops that lay upon to dry Yet stains will wash and memories lessen The increasing sadness may never die Black sleek compact secretly hidden Along with emotions deep inside Against the other carried burden Promises written on blood-stained paper In the compact with razors beside Only to be found so much later - Jacqueline Audrey |
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