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Flow my Blood | Poem

What stops me to bleed,

It’s my need, it’s my desire,

Come, Deathra, bring your tools,

In fears, I’m high; not alive,

Bleed to bring me life,

I’m dying to feel alive.

©sjwordsmith
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