Poem 2
Drip,drip. The red dot goes down the arm of once innocent soul. With a smile so bright like the moon at night. "Shhh" the wind blows softly in the winter time air.
Drip,drip. Two lines so deep "don't help me" it was meant to be. Goodnight, dear love ones, we'll see each other once again
Drip,drip.
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