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Warning: for those who don't like...any type of gore, don't read! I need some critiques on this poem please-------Victim---It's pleasing how it drips and dripsFrom my knife, and finger tipsNow you lie in crimson seasFutile were your begs and pleas..Ah the fun was such a rush!The screams are now a subtle hush..I'll get away and disapear...When I leave you lying here..That breath you take may be your lastSo thank you dear, I had a blast!
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