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Posted byKristyn PotterPosted inPoetry

January 2013.

There is a noose around my neck

Colored rouge

Blood red stains

My cheeks are pale

Rose petals scattered on my bed

Wake her up they shout

Buried alive

I’m already dead.

Published by Kristyn Potter

Founder of Left Bank Media. Editor of Left Bank Magazine. Copywriter. I write about music, and New York mostly.