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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Emotional · #1083665

This is a poem that ive been meaning to make...

His Blood

His Blood...
It runs down my jaw
It stains my teeth
It makes me feel alive underneath

His Blood...
Its running colder through his veins
Hes hardley alive

His Blood...
Theres none left now
Its running cold
Now he must find warm blood of his own
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