cutting poem she paints a pretty picture but the story has a twist her paint brush is a razor and her canvas was her wrist she paints a pretty picture in a color that's blood red While using her sharp paint brush she finally ends up dead her pretty picture fading quit slowly on her arm the blood is no longer through her she can no longer do any harm she paints her pretty picture but it has a twist............ you see her mind was the razor and her heart was her wristAll Rights Reserved
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