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Bloody


Twinkle twinkle Little star How I wonder what you are Blood is dripping down my hands Glittering the floor with drops of red Sitting down cross legged Making circles in the red Up above the world so high Like a diamond in the sky Flashes flood across my mind Dragging,crawling,running He tried to get away A smile plastered across my face I laughed as he tried to hide Twinkle twinkle I scooped up blood in my hands Little star I spilled it down my face The bloody axe next to me Makes my fingers twitch for more Picking it up I headed for the door Noone is safe in this town no more How I wonder what you are.
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