Cheating death

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I think I've cheated death,

More times than I can count.

I love tales of murder,

Romance makes me pout.

If I can't have it no one can.

All I have is crimson blood,

Flowing down, down, down, until...

Drop!

It hits the floor,

A little splatter of a flower...

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