Silver knife,
Allow the skin to open,
Let the red,
Slowly spread,
Make the ending to begin.
Watch the flow
On elbow
Dripping on the new carpet,
Blue and red,
It will show
After it’s no longer wet;
Take this life,
Open veins too slowly flow.



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