cutting story
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Complete Sat, Jan 16, 2016<5 mins
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 wrist
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