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Letting The Blood Flow
The clock is running and I realized something;
That I am eating my own flesh;
A flesh that cannot be easily digest;
I spit it out but the taste is still there;
The taste is actually sweet;
And the sweetness of it poisoned my heart;
The blood is running through my veins;
And my wounds is still bleeding;
For my heart is still beating;
I believe, the wounds will regenerate;
But it always leave a mark on it;
That I may not forget the hurt and the sweetness of it.
That I am eating my own flesh;
A flesh that cannot be easily digest;
I spit it out but the taste is still there;
The taste is actually sweet;
And the sweetness of it poisoned my heart;
The blood is running through my veins;
And my wounds is still bleeding;
For my heart is still beating;
I believe, the wounds will regenerate;
But it always leave a mark on it;
That I may not forget the hurt and the sweetness of it.
Published 24th Nov 2017
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