the paper cut
lets
a small drop of blood
come
out
and drip in a candy
like drop
upon
the white shirt.
a stain that will
never wash out.
life
continues, but
now
with a different
shirt.
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real
experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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