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June 2002 Poetry I can sense your smell.
You’re bleeding again.
It’s rushing,
all the while crushing me.
Will this ever end?
~*~ Jill ~*~
I can sense your smell.
You’re bleeding again.
It’s rushing,
all the while crushing me.
Will this ever end?
~*~ Jill ~*~
Im not sure on what I think about this poem.