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The boy who cries blood

Deep in the woods,
So well hidden,  it can't be seen,
Is a meadow,
Which seems like a dream.
With trees of crystal,
That blinds the eyes and leaves too sharp to touch,
And cuts, if anyone tries.
So many wonders,
it's an endless list.
So many colours, 
It's unbelievable they exist.
In the list, what stands up high,
Is just a boy,  it's not a lie.
But the reason why he takes the price,
Is the scarlet river that runs from his eyes.

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