Flowers of red begin to bloom on the
White sheets in her room.
Our lifeless bodies
Lying there rotting for all of time.
This morning I woke up
I rubbed my eyes and I
Took a quick glance around the room
And saw what happened here last night.
There was blood on the walls
And the sheets smelled like sweat and sex
We have narrowed it down to the butcher knife
And
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