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Saturday, August 14, 2010

I've tried

I tried to kill you
Your blood stains my bands
My bone-white hands
of a virgin
With a bloody cherry
That stains the communion dress
You thought was holy
Bleeding is fine
It saved me
From oblivion
Brought me back
From a wasteland
Littered with his victims
I wandered for years
Searching for the one
To make me pure
Once again
I tried to take the stains away
Pink flesh
Pink dress 
A lie you have to laugh at

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