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Oily Fingers
Crimson Roses fall like rain
Swimming in a sea of darkness
Wilting into a pool of black ink
Flowing for the demons to drink
Souls of the damned reach out with oily fingers
Trying to grasp onto slippery stones and failing
Only to tumble further down deeper into despair
Published 10th May 2011
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