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My skin, a pale and tanned mix
On the palm of my hand
The mixed letters of ink
When I cheated on my exam
But when you look closer
And lower down my arm
You start to see and feel
All the times where exams
Didn't matter
And all that did matter
Was how the red wine poured
And dribbled down my arm
To connect with the ground
And down the drain
Mixing with the water
Of salty tears
Like that of all my problems
Shoved down the drain
With tears and blood
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Poems
Poetry"I'm dead inside." "Great same." ________________________________ 130th in Poem [180909] Completed as of [040119]
