RitualA Poem by Ktit became a ritual that slicing and dicing of my own flesh each cut digging deeper searching for some deeper red wounds will heal and scars will fade this moment is the one that matters I have to stay alive one more cut and one more breath I don't want to die © 2009 KtReviews
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