Blood

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  • Loss
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  • Death

    Blood

    Dripping
    Falling
    Coming down
    In beautiful pools
    Of red

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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    chemicalcuke’s Poems (44)

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