The scarlet red liquid
Pours from the veins
It dribbles and drips
The porcelain it stains
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Life escapes
Along with the rain
The constant
Pat pattering
Of the chilling rain
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It beats on the roof
A nice melody
For the girl in the bathtub
To fall fast asleep
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Attempting Poetry
PoetryI love poetry, so this is MY attempt at writing eloquent words in broken lines! {{Warning: Mature content}}
