the last cut

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my poems

the first one is clean and deep
it bleeds out onto the floor
no one is around to stop me
so i do some more
my soul bleeds out onto the floor
but still no one is around
so i make the final one
the one that will end it all
and by the time the door opens
no one will be able to save me
i'll be gone

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