Small round droplets; looks like wine.
Don’t taste the same, but sure has a lot.
Comes out slow and leaves nice white lines.
I have a feeling as I sit here.
Here in my room watching as the blood comes.
Rolling down my arm.
Nice white lines are all I have left.
A contest entry
- Tell Me A Secret by WillAlwaysLove.
650 points, ended July 30, 2008, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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Greaet write, very dark. Short and a full story, well done. Thank you for entering my contest and good luck.
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