Why does blood flow so smoothly,
Down my arm.
Like a river,
It carries everything away with it.
And eventually,
I forget his stares.
Who was he again?
It didn't matter.
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PoetryShe couldn't see him, But she was all he could see. Raw Poetry, by: Mae Ethlyn
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Why does blood flow so smoothly,
Down my arm.
Like a river,
It carries everything away with it.
And eventually,
I forget his stares.
Who was he again?
It didn't matter.
