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Jun 4
I have bled
from boyhood scrapings
and cuts
my blood ****** out regularly
at the vampire station
down at the Doc's
I know the colour red well
running just beneath my outerself
and the blood of Jesus
He took with Him
instead of the blood of sheep and goats.
Written by
nivek
60
   Thomas W Case
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