Their Blood Poem by Blanche Hardin

Their Blood



Their blood will be spilled,
Unto this I promise you.
You will feel no guilt nor sorrow,
But only joy and relieved from their cruelty.
This is final.

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Blanche Hardin

Blanche Hardin

Bakersfield, California
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