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Tuesday, 31 January 2012
09:38:22 PM (GMT)
Emma. Drown yourself in your own blood, Fifteen legues below the flood. The ocean's red around your head, All you can see from six foot bed. The emotions strong and low, You let them flow along the blade. Across the stream, And down the river. Your lips are only cold and bitter, Brittle with the memory of you and me. A friendship that did bleed, Hard, hard against it's needs. It breaks my soul to see you die, Everytime I see you cry. If only you'd let it flow, Not the red river but what you know, The admission given into happiness. The little people you hid deep under the sea, So far in a chest you hid from me.

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