Death Blade
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Joel Turner, Grade 10
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Poetry
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2015
I bare my skin.
I'll never win.
This blade makes.
Trails like snakes.
Your skin is red.
But your not dead.
Dont do the deed.
This blood you bleed.
And now I lie.
Wishing I could die.
But I don't say goodbye.
Because I will survive.
See the brand new morning.
I wont be crying or dieing.
But don't come too close.
Or you'll see the ghost