this red liquid that erupts from my veins,
escapes my skin,
and douses me in crimson.
it's metallic smelling,
its addicting.
and i need more.
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this red liquid that erupts from my veins,
escapes my skin,
and douses me in crimson.
it's metallic smelling,
its addicting.
and i need more.
