Suicide Blood blossoms from my chest like a vicious bloom, Like darkness filling an empty room, Like stormy clouds in the brightest day, Like a storm crashing into a bay, Red, red stains the floor, Flowing right under the door, Down the staircase, Down the landing, Where my mother is standing
Vic Romero
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Ché Antoine
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