Desert Sand

Blood on my HandsMy tools are clean. My hands are steady. I know exactly what to do.Blood on my Hands
Blood Spurts. Its everywhere. Its all over me.
This man has gang tattoos. I find myself wondering if his life has any value. If it ever did.
I keep going. Its what I do. He screams.
My hand is inside his leg. Im still looking for that special something. The thing that will make my nights work complete.
The man struggles under my atte
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XxX Fayness XxX
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let there be love
:hug> :">!
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I'm sorry.. I can't be perfect.!
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'oh just ignore her
she's the kind of girl who only eats meat to find the wish bone'
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