Poem #2

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Drifting fast

Fading quick

Chained down

Hear the whip

Slice the air

Blood on your skin

Tears falling

As it strikes time and again

Begging to be released

You know it's there

But now it's gone

As the silent waters rise

As the footsteps echo

As the doors slam shut

You're swimming in

Her blood

Stained tears

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