My poems that don't fit in an of my lists.
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The taste of blood
The copper smell -
I reach out to you now
With a pleading look in my eyes -
I found her, lost and shivering in the cold
She had her hands over her eyes -
There's a crack in the door
And a brief flicker of movement.
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