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Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 41 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 09-13-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2571125
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The blood is seeping from my nose
And I savour the sick, metallic taste
with gleeful insanity. Adrenaline
pumps through me, more necessary
than any pitiful blood. I am in a heaven
of my own making. And my rule is divine.
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