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SCARLET SCRIBBLES:
Sanguine tears dribbled from her slit wrist
Making a pool of wallowing self-pity on the floor
But then, she couldn't let the drops go waste
Hours of pain forgotten in vain
With the last ounce of strength,
In her wavering fingers
She took up a long feather quill
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