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the blades cut off my head
i feel the blood dripping from my neck
everyone around me has lost their head
lost their head to the lawnmower
the perfume i put on spreads around
i smell the others perfume
it gets stronger by the scent of blood
together we form one
form one smell
everyones head starts to grow again
giant bodies of flesh step on us repeatedly
a dandelion grows out next to me
next week all will happen again
again the lawnmower will cut off our heads
I feel like I made this one a bit short
What do you think?
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Poetry
PoetryI publish my (emo) poems here. *･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*
