Follow me unto the shadows keep,
Walk around, upon flames... feet be fleet,
Let the damned carress the cuts upon thine flesh,
let them drink from these long sought cuts,
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Crimson, though in general I don't care for cutting poems, this one is certainly a cut above. (smile)
Darling, what a beautiful write. Don't be ashamed; the scars are a part of you now.