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depressing poem about cutting...
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Angst - Words: 62 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 2 - Published: 06-03-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2526410
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Disasterpiece
Look at the painting,
Isn't it great?
Each day it's filled,
With more and more hate.
It gets more colorful,
With each passing day.
No one knows why,
And I'm afraid to say.
The canvas is my body,
The paintbrush is my blade.
You'll find me on the floor,
Where my last work of art was made.
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