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The razor in her hand and tears in her eyes.
Cutting her wrist to forget about his lies.
Her love was gone with the rest of her heart.
The letter was written and left in the dark.
The razor fell down and she took her last breath.
Her love came back and put her to rest.
© by Xenia Gerrard
- by Xenia Gerrard |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/18/2009 |
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- Title: Blood of Razor
- Artist: Xenia Gerrard
- Description: A poem I wrote some time ago. It came to me in my sleep, so I wrote it down as the first thing that morning.
- Date: 10/18/2009
- Tags: blood razor
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Xenia Gerrard - 11/08/2009
- Depends on how you use them.. (:
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- happy is skull - 11/02/2009
- razors are fun =]
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