December 1966

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The poem reads:

"Sick of living/unwilling to die

cut

clean

if red clean

blood spurting,

dripping,

spilling;

all over her new dress.

oh well,

it was red anyway.

life draining into an uncertain death,

she won't die.

Someone if(it? unsure of what that says) find her.

Just wait till next time."

It's clear that that man was or is(if he's still alive)sick.


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