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Ivory and Blood

She worked until her fingers bleed
A violent beauty of crimson red
She pushed herself to work further still
No one knew where she found such will
She continued to work, she continued to bleed
To no one's advice would she heed
So she slowly worked them to the bone
She worked until her heart was stone

Author notes

I was trying to fine lyrics to a song, instead I got a horrible poem about how I couldn't think of lyrics, nor could I find notes for the bridge.
WTF. lol

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  • haunted fairy
    June 19
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    Beautiful kate. are you under any kind of stress hows your stomach doing? and i miss you. I saw you guys walk down the hill and it was amazing i started crying:( but your poem is great and they always are great continue writing!


    • me alone
      June 19
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      Thanks doll.
      My stomach is my stomach, up and down as per normal.

      I miss you too!!

      And we'll still be around no worries! I"m only going to Rhode island!