Of Death
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kennedyparker
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A prick of a rose like a dog taught to bite. Blood trickles down your leg

Of Death

A prick of a rose like a dog taught to bite.

Blood trickles down your leg

Crimson--sticky

smells like a nickel

the sight of it screaming.

Where does it end?

Abraham Lincoln in the back of the theater

The back of his head could tell you why

You're not bleeding yet.

Eyes sparking fiery red

You'd cry for years if you could be happy

That's the way the timepiece of

a sandy sea falls

Warm and welcoming amid the bite of January .

This is where you drown.

Kissing the bullet safe and sound

Bon Appetit

Wooden casket sings your name

A young woman dressed in white

bears fresh roses for the dead.

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