POEM NO. 8

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TITLE : BLOOD

       A/N: I hate seeing other people's blood but I love seeing mine(2020)

Crimson red
with metallic taste
It flows down
making me frown
I grip my wrist
as I fell on my knees
I catch my breath
as I bleed
I am pale
but I don't care
I freed my wrist
with a smile on my lips
I lay on my back
thinking there's no turning back
Minutes had passed
I'm starting to feel numb
The droplets of blood
is taking my strength away
And I can't stop myself from going far away

-L.O.F

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